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... lemonade. Delicious! When we returned to the market we were treated to a traditional dance by the local boys, and invited to join in. Fun! We met up with Mark and Anthony, who had done the same tour in the morning, and a tour of the village in the afternoon. Sam and Tom were lucky enough to find a guide who took them to an underground lake. What a pity they didn't have their camera, it sounded beautiful. We saw our first turtles of the trip, while waiting on the ...
... including the northern Greek isles, Dardanelles, Istanbul, and the Black sea coast of Bulgaria, Romania and Turkey. Unfortunately, we are only wait listed for the type of cabin we need because Kathy has an issue with portholes that do not open.
I will put a few shots below for our naturist friends today. Nothing too confronting, but if people without clothes is not your thing, don't look!
... skip in and out of the pool doing her own running commentary in French. Her white husband comes to check on them. There is an 'urgences gynocologiques' next to the hotel.. if there is an emergency tonight.
We sit and drink 'Number 1' beer outside the hotel (Numbawan beer was in Vanuatu too) and stroll after dinner on the promenade. People sit eating takeaway in the front seats of their cars or macdo at the picnic tables or taking a swim in the dark. So ends a first day in a ...
... those old Parisian Metropolitain signs. There are also bread products. Oh, I had forgotten just how the French excel in their pain tradition! My nearest boulangerie has 4 types of chocolate croissant. God of Weightwatchers please help me.
Kept out of the snorkel for several days due to the wind I headed to the Aquarium for my fish-fix. It was described as 'stunning' in the guidebook and it really is a great little ...
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 ...