ah, the joys of teenage independence. seeing some dawnings of it over here. concern with hairstyles, etc.

i do tend to have to sweeten trekking type activities with the promise of a hotel with a/c once we get out. but, yes, one reason to do it while they’re relatively young is precisely that…

we are back safely. zac uninjured, despite acquiring impressive machete skills. i, having avoided the things like the plague, managed to cut my finger open on one to general hilarity. thought i might lose a chunk of it, but it seems to be healing nicely.

thank you! it was amazing. a real frontier experience. think we may seek out more tribes a little further south, too. it continues to intrigue…

wow! i actually just posted about the slow and happy stuff. i can’t quite internalise it, i have to say. admire it, yes. but it still seems wrong.

maybe we need to spend longer? having just got back with a lot of stories, i think the simple living experience is very, very mixed. maybe not so much on vanuatu. did you blog this, btw? would be great to have a link…

photography a little bit of a sore spot, i’m afraid, monsieur. my camera decided to stop being waterproof when we arrived at the jumpoff. took some photos with the guide’s camera, but can’t get them off… no albinos. everyone on the island seems to have a photo of a footprint, though. like halmahera’s answer to the yeti.

Have a great time and take care. Can’t wait to hear all about it.

When I was in Vanuatu I lived with a tribe for 4-weeks and I learned so much. I didn’t make my own shelter or anything like that, but I participated in ceremonies and did my best to live like them while volunteering there. Prolly the most impactful, amazing, most happy experience of my life to date. They didn’t need money or modern comforts to survive… their life was slow and happy.