Ramada Plaza Noumea
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... still smiling :) Back on the ship, time for a quick shower before heading off to The Dome for a Salsa lesson (dancing, not eating) While waiting for our lesson to start (or sizing up the competition as we preferred to call it) we had time for a cocktail and quick facebook message to our lovely Kate T. (3 drinks, 4 straws) The actual lesson was fun.... Lots of laughs and impersonations of Ricky Gervais. There was almost a ...
... bars in exchange for her gift. She handed me over a bag as we said goodbye and she looked quite sad for a lady who had only met me the other day, where our conversation was limited as her French was better than her English. Anyhow, I really liked her, and she also gave me a larger portion on food than usual :-) Much to my delight, she had got me a "mother hubbard", or Island, dress! I opened it when I got back to the hotel. Its a simple and pretty dress, ...
Today was the first
lesson at CREIPAC, the French language school about a half hour out of Noumea,
just behind the beautifully modern university. It is housed in an old jail,
incongruously next to the most gorgeous tropical bay; some place to be
incarcerated. I did feel a little imprisoned in a classroom after just getting
out of one last week; but ...
... wished to pay for groceries and yet she was ushered to the caisse, made to pay for her liquor, escorted into the car to deposit it and then could return to claim the rest of their shopping. Indigenous people are not meant to be called Kanaks, but melanesians, but this is what they call themselves. But times are changing to support local culture. New laws are banning Philipinos working in the mines and replacing them with Kanak people. Jane tells of an unforgettable week ...
... stopped at the river and filled our water bottles before he pointed out the endemic flowers on the way to an enormous old tree 3m in diameter. (Oh, its great being pretty and travelling alone).
On my way home from the park I stopped at a river and went for a swim. It was gorgeous, it felt like it was my very own river and I sat on a warm rock, watched the dragon flies and scooped up cupped handfuls of drinking water.
On a very grey day this week ...