Waking up to the sound of ocean waves is almost as good as falling asleep to them. It would be a lot easier to get up for work every day if this was outside my door.
I’ve met some nice French girls at my hostel who are hitting the blue holes today (which I’ve already done) but are kind enough to give me a ride to town. I’m kicking myself because I haven’t made any strong decisions yet. I’ve kind of been puttering about trying to figure out what I want to do, and I’m really just wasting time.
Waking up at 4 is rough, why do I do this to myself?! I had spoken to the woman who runs the hostel last night and told her I planned to take a bus to the airport but she looked at me like I was crazy.
I meet a French girl at my hostel who is also living in New Zealand on a Working Holiday Visa, and leaving on the same flight home as I am next week. We discuss our travel plans (or lack thereof) over breakfast.
Vanuatu has 83 islands, but domestic flights are expensive and not only am I time poor, I am also poor poor. So I have to make the choice to either go North to Espíritu Santo (better known as just Santo) or South to Tanna.
Having now definitively made the decision to leave New Zealand, I feel I need to take one more Pacific Island trip before I go. Who knows when I’ll be back on this side of the world again?
Vanuatu has always piqued my interest, I’m not really sure why. I think just because it’s such an enigma; it seems so untouched and rich in culture. I signed up for a bunch of different flight deal websites that send you emails when there’s unusually low fares on sale. Don’t do it unless you know you’re ready to go somewhere because it’s highly addictive and you WILL book a flight…. I’ve been tempted for months. So when one popped up for Vanuatu, $420 return, I had to do it.
As much as I’m disappointed with this Bealey ‘hotel’, oh boy are we treated with some beautiful morning views!
Yesterday was mostly driving from Nelson to Greymouth along the beautiful west coast highway, making lots of stops along the way.
First we stopped to do the 1hr Braeburn track to a small waterfall, through a forest with black-mould covered trees and burnt orange leaves falling along the path.
It’s been a while! My mom’s best friend has been hassling me so much to include her in my blog that’s it’s put me off it entirely.