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... the tender to take us back to the ship. They were beautiful, and not in any hurry. Back on the ship, preparations were underway for the sail away party, this was the best night of the trip! There was dancing, and singing and movin' to the groovin'. The sensible people in the group Allie, Nic and Monique insisted that we move down from deck 14 to the much safer deck 12...we couldn't fall overboard from deck 12. Let's just say that everyone was in high spirits, and leave it at ...
Sunday 8 June, Day 14.
The Paul Gauguin arrives in Noumea, capital of New Caledonia, on time whilst we were having breakfast. Rather an overcast day, and whilst we have noticed it becoming a bit cooler as we have cruised south, it is still pleasantly warm. Today is a big day. Kathy gets to ride a segway, something that she's wanted to do for some time. We are a small group of 6 and a minivan picks us up for the 10 minute ride ...
The bus out to Creipac was in party mode this Friday, the last day of our lessons. Sewa started singing and the driver turned up his music full blast. The music continued into the classroom, Ghislaine sharing all her favourite teaching songs with us, so we ended at Creipac on a lighter musical note which is a great philosophy to run classes; lighter and filled with music. I met a New Zealander teacher with her ten girls from Milton coming back from Creipac. She and the girls had ...
... I particularly liked the Nautilus, those strange curve-shelled creatures who I am very unlikely to see snorkelling as they live deeply, at plus 150m.
Just as one person's freedom fighter is another's terrorist, one traveller's fair weather is another's storm. While I was unable to snorkel the wind surfers and kitesurfers took to the waves as I just watched and considered how stupid it would be to get flippered up and ...
... bright orange
loose clothes. They kept dancing until our ship was perfectly
aligned and completely docked.
The view of the waterfront was ho-hum with just a few industrial
buildings. But once we got into the terminal building, we were once
again greeted by the friendly Kanaks, (locals), who were willing to
pose for photographs. A group of tourist guides had congregated,
touting their city tours, ranging ...