Ramada Plaza Noumea
Travel Blogs from Noumea
... Alan self-medicates using the age-old alcohol cure.
The morning is a bit bleak with rain, but it clears up before lunchtime, so time to find a spot out of the wind and work on the tan. There is a head wind up to 20 knots and the Paul Gauguin is making 15 knots so it's a mite breezy!
On board we have entertainments such as a lecture on the ports to come, archaeological and ...
... for water, French cheese and stocking up on school lollies for
Bobby. There are plenty of real casinos here, most with shops down the bottom,
maybe to occupy the many French retirees who come here to live. The immobilier,
or real estate, again is equivalent to Sydney prices. The heat is intense. I
had an umbrella to protect from rain but used it mostly against the sun which
turns the centre ville into a ...
... walls, as if some temple spirits were still in the wood, all massed together, grumbling that they were for sale in a shop.
The pools looked clean, I dropped into the souvenir shop to buy some retro postcards in the back of my mind knowing I'd have to find a Poste and everything the French postal system entails. The 'vendeuse' grumbled at the lack of trade. We got talking. Even worse than the haggling cruise tourists are the Parisians. When she was 20 she travelled to ...
... 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 ...
This was our first time in Noumea, New Caledonia and I didn't know what
to expect. I got up early to watch our sail in. From the ships
railing, I saw a few smaller islands with pine trees and goats
grazing. It looked more like I was in the Mediterranean, and not in
the Pacific; until we saw the welcome dancers and drummers. There
were six huge dark skinned men all barefooted, and wearing grass
skirts. Six women were wearing ...