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... Marion is from Florida). It’s interesting chatting to fellow passengers and we’ve noticed how friendly everyone is. It’s Caribbean Night tonight with lots of passengers dressed up for the occasion. The dining room staff usually put on a song and dance during dinner so that’s entertaining.
Tonight’s show is Comedy Hypnosis which isn’t something we would normally go to but it was funny and tastefully done.
... No one smiles. Im finding the language barrier a real problem, where I usually don't. Lets face it, no one in Thailand or Cambodia or Solomons expects me to speak their languages, but here, like in Europe, I'm just yet another English person who can't speak French. I feel bad about this already without having to be greeted with puzzled looks at the hostel when I just smile and nod to the caretaker's comments to me, or when I want to ...
... tropical grapefruits that are harder than ours but sweeter before hopping on
the chou chou train, brand new, painted in macdo colours of red and yellow and
driven by a booming voiced Dutch guide Leda, who talked us through most of the
town of Noumea and drove us up to Marie's statue overlooking Noumea. The day
was so clear you could see right through to the Amedee lighthouse. There was a
religious group up there doing stations of the cross in Kanak language and ...
... that the kids do of having to make friends in a French school. She is bubbly, smiley woman, used to being on the P and C of her kids schools and saturday sport, both of which don't exist here in the French schools where parent involvement is not encouraged. After 15 years in a dry country town she says she is finally a lady who has a maid and takes it easy. She knows the rhythm of the town, told me exactly what to see and what to avoid and especially when to avoid the ...
... that volume of buzzing noise.
They jump at you from the grass and sit on your arm all green and oily-shined. They squirm over the floorboards and curl themselves in a sticky ball. They fly behind your lenses and into your eyelashes. I usually wait until the house is empty before I leave in the morning so that my 'F*ck's and 'F*ck-Off's are audible only to me.
I thought I'd put the Micra to the test when I visited Le Parc Provincial de la Rivere ...