On Tanna, everywhere there was a body of water, seemed one or more women were doing laundry. Lenakel, Vanuatu.
“You’re going to the volcano?He lives very close to the volcano.You should stay with him and his family,” Malachite suggested.Isaac, whose home he was volunteering, nodded in acquiescence.
Vanuatu family, isle of Tanna (my hosts) Isaac holding Isiah, Rosalie, Isaac’s second youngest son, and only daughter.
In fact, my stowed backpack was stuffed with my camping gear… tent, drop cloth, sleeping bag, air mattress and some simple foods for easy camp prep.I’d made reservations to camp at Yasur View Bungalows, but all along figured that as I wasn’t taking up bungalow space, and if I got a better offer, it wouldn’t be a big deal to break the reservation.
Isiah, the Loughman’s 3-month old son, was clearly
well loved by the community. Here, he’s held by his young cousin. White Sands, Tanna, Vanuatu.
Given after Malachite left, the hospitality offer was repeated by Isaac several times, I decided to take him up on his offer.While the volcano was my reason for the visit, our normally boat-bound habits discouraged getting a better, more personal sense of Ni-Van village life.I was curious.It wasn’t clear whether I’d still be camping in Isaac’s yard (my preference) or staying inside, though I suspected the latter.
“I’ll arrange a ride for us to my place, and go with you to the volcano tonight,” Isaac offered.
Mark Silverstein of Field Trip far preferred the Ambrym Mt. Marum volcano hike (click here to see their family’s awesome video of Mt. Marum’s volcano, it’s seething magma viewed fromMark’s drone), calling Tanna’s volcano experience “too Disneyland.” I figured staying at a local’s place and seeing the volcano with him, rather than going there with a pre-arranged group of tourists would help offset that potential sense of artificiality. Besides, I loved playing tour guide to places I called home for visitors, and figured Isaac might feel the same way. Admittedly, I did have a few reservations….
Panorama Lenakel’s shore. Looks more inviting than it is; it’s coral, not sand. Tanna. Vanuatu.
Isaac was making up for lost time with his infant son, who was only two months old when he left. Rosalie was happy to encourage him.
Not only was I not Ni-Van nor conversant in Bislama (Vanuatu’s official language, a version of Pidgin English), I am Jewish and childless. Isaac was a Presbyterian Pastor, father of four boys and one girl. In our chats on the long boat ride to Tanna, he did learn about my religious and family status, and had but did not take the opportunity to rescind his offer. His English was decent. I was hoping his family’s might be as well, though the further you get from Port Vila, the more Bislama predominates over English*.
*Turns out, in Tanna, French predominated as much or more than English as the second language of choice among those I talked to.This was especially the case if they were in their teens or early twenties, where they took French in school.
What I did not expect, after our 20 hour boat ride, preceded by a 4+ hour wait for the boat to leave Port Vila, was an additional two hours waiting for Isaac to gather his stuff from the boat*, co-ordinate a ride and go.While waiting, I shared my cheese with a father and his son, under a shade tree.They gave me two of their big fat juicy tomatoes; it struck me I got the better part of the bargain and hoped they felt as satisfied with the cheese as I was with the tomato.Two young giggly teen girls played with my hair, teased and flirted with the local boys.When I offered my remaining bread, they helped themselves to the whole loaf.I figured if they took that much, they needed it more than I did.
*The last, long-awaited item was a long woven satchel of smoked yams from one of the islands Isaac visited.It didn’t appear until after m/v Lawilin’s crew completed their long lunch “hour.”
For Tanna’s “port town,” Lenakel’s water, like Port Vila’s was amazingly clear. Vanuatu.
Nor did I expect the ride to take over two hours due primarily to Isaac’s shopping stops – for a 25 pound bag of Australian rice, for bread, and for a variety of produce — on the way from Tanna’s Lenkel to his family home in White Sands.
While Isaac arranged volcano transportation and settled back into home, his beautiful wife, Rosalie, chatted me up and gave me the tour.Along the way, the decision was made to bring his nuclear family along (Isaac, his wife, their 3-month old son, their next youngest son and their only daughter, one other son was staying elsewhere in the village and Isaac’s oldest was in boarding school in Lenakel) as well as a few other villagers and relatives.
At this point, I confess, given the long waits already and growing contingency, I wondered if we’d make it to the volcano by dark!It was obvious by the ride in, “close to the volcano” was far from walk-able to it, especially before dark.Well, when with a pastor, I figured the right attitude was to have faith it would all work out.
Rosalie explained she the headed the local women’s group, and in addition to that and parenting, her responsibilities included managing their crops, cooking (Ni-Van food is fairly labor-intensive), sewing (she made many of the family’s clothes, though now by hand as her sewing machine died), and maintaining the home.“Very busy,” Rosalie said, more than once.It sounded like her mantra.
Isaac’s daughter adopts the universal “camera pose” of kids in Vanuatu, pointer finger and middle finger forming a “v.” Banyan tree in background; Tanna, Vanuatu.
Their daughter was fascinated with my pale skin, strange language and hair.Wide-eyed, she tagged along like a shadow.She didn’t say much, but she didn’t miss much, either.“She takes care of the hens,” her mom, told me proudly with a nod to her daughter.“Feeds them only rice.”
Rosalie mentioned Isaac was returning after nearly a month’s absence.A bit embarrassed to be there his first night back after all that time, I expressed my regret his return was saddled with (as I described myself) “some strange woman Isaac met on the ferry.”Rosalie smiled politely but graciously, as I wondered how she felt about the novelty of my visit, and its likely far less than desirable timing.
The pastor’s home was built by New Zealand missionaries over 100 years prior. Rosalie pointed out their gravestones, in between their yard and the church. There was an abandoned cistern, replaced by two large plastic catchment tanks collecting rainwater off the church roofline.Their congregation supported 80 families, and school, providing kindergarten through middle school education.
Heading inside, I stepped carefully across their porch, where some of the floorboards were rotted away.On the way, I passed two soak tubs of fresh-smelling laundry.Overall the house appeared to hold up reasonable well given its age, though I noticed one dinner-plate sized interior wall hole.
The home consisted of a large covered porch entry, a main room, an alcove I didn’t see and assume served in some kitchen capacity, and two rooms off the back of the main room.One of the rooms was Isaac and Rosalie’s; they insisted on sleeping in the main room while I stayed in their room, on a pad, freshly made up with sheets and a pillow.The main room included a large table acting as a short-term pantry (for Isaac’s “grocery run”) and a place for some large pots, a bench, two white plastic lawn chairs, a long sleeping pad in the middle of the room and another table for educational material (children’s school work and church teachings) and household projects.A sewing machine was tucked into a corner atop a small desk near the kitchen alcove.
The Chinese created this attractive Lenakel, Tanna bridge in exchange for Vanuatu fishing rights. The road to the bridge has yet to be completed.
The window frames had slats and simple curtains, but no screens or windows; the air flowed freely through the home.
Ceiling light fixtures showed snipped wires of disuse; the Loughman’s confirmed there used to be electricity, used by prior residents.For night light, the Loughman family relied on a small solar light, ubiquitous throughout Ni-Van and some remote Fiji villages.“We used to have two,” Rosalie explained, “but we gave one to our son to have [in boarding school].” I was glad I brought my flashlight, though gave up on doing much that required reasonable light until morning.
There was no bathroom.
Washing was done over a bucket outside.There was no running water.Fortunately, hygiene appeared to be a far stronger priority in the Loughman household than for many Ni-Vans, among whom the strong scent of perspiration was common.
About 100 yards from the house, there was an outhouse, with an open cement rectangle to squat over and a black plastic tarp for privacy. There was no toilet paper. Sigh… between the “bucket-and-chuck-it ‘express’ boat” from Port Vila to Tanna out and the long wait to get to the Loughman’s, I’d hoped for more.
Miraculously, we did make it to Mt. Yasur, family in tow, just as the sun set.It was their first time there and they were not charged the $75 entry fee.Yet only Isaac joined me at Mt. Yassur’s ridge, the rest of his family decided to remain in the parking lot.More on Mt. Yasur volcano in a future post.
After we got back from the volcano, we supped on fat slices of buttered bread (and peanut butter and jelly, my contribution), and tea (Earl Grey, my contribution) with water heated over a propane cooker.
To our delight, the meal was supplemented with laplap, cooked that day and dropped off by an aunt.Ni-Vans appreciate visitors who enjoy their native foods, and I find the smoky-gummy flavor of laplap to be a satisfying “comfort food.” It’s quite filling.“Cassava, [the most common starch used in laplap]*” intoned Rosalie with great seriousness, “is a very important part of our diet.”Not the first time I’d heard or observed that!
*At a yachtie dinner at Lol Tong’s Yacht Club, on Pentacost, we also ate laplap made with yam (Wayne’s “favorite”), and laplap made with taro root.“I am not exactly bowled over by Ni-Van cuisine,” Wayne confessed, privately.
Classic Vanuatu outrigger canoe, near White’s Beach, Tanna.
Over tea, we discussed each other’s lives.When I asked Rosalie how she and Isaac met, she recounted his seminary career…. School in Port Vila followed by parish work at several islands before ending up back “home” on Tanna.
Like most Ni-Vans, the Loughmans were surprised I had no “pickaninies*” (children), that I and my parents went through a divorce, though I explained nearly half of the marriages in the USA end in divorce.They were amazed at my parent’s age – Dad at 92 and Mom at 88; older than most Ni-Vans live to.
*Any time I used a Bislama word, like pikanini, or showed any knowledge orunderstanding of the the Ni-Van culture, I was rewarded with a warm smile.This was not unique to the Loughmans.They appreciated the little I’d learned, whilst I was embarrassed at how little I’d learned, wishing aloud that it was possible spend more time in Vanuatu, getting to know the country and meet more Ni-Vans. We agreed while our religions differed, we all believed in God, and embraced similar values, such as honesty, kindness, respect and generosity.I asked how long it took Isaac to prepare his sermons, and was told it typically took two weeks.While someone covered for him while he traveled, I wondered if he was preaching the coming Sunday, but didn’t ask.I was grateful there was no attempt to challenge my religious beliefs or proselytize, when I explained, “In Judaism, we just weren’t sure Jesus was the prophet; we’re still waiting.”
We planned the next morning for my departure after breakfast and taking a family portrait, per Rosalie’s request.The Loughmans provided their mailing address for the portrait, as they had no email or even, unlike most Ni-Vans we encountered, mobile phone.I promised to print and mail them their family photo before leaving Vanuatu.
Afterward, the family walked me to the edge of the village, where the morning transport came by for school and work commuters.While we waited, their second oldest son stopped by, on his way to school.I took the opportunity to include him in a family photo, too, though they were no longer wearing their “Sunday best.”
The Loughman’s second oldest son joined us on his way to school. White Sands, Tanna, Vanuatu.
There were hugs all around, and all too soon it was time to leave.I felt touched and humbled by the Loughman’s warmth, acceptance and generosity, and hoped they got as much out of the experience as I did. It was a good lesson in how happy and healthy and relatively self sufficient a family can be without any of the modern conveniences… such electricity, running water, flush toilets, phones, wifi, or appliances like washing machines.
Despite leaving them with a boat card, given my lack of permanent address and their lack of email, I doubt I will hear from them again.But you never know.
This time, the trip back to Lenakel, in an extended cab truck, took less than an hour!That despite the driver’s several stops to point out to some of the locals his strange passenger.At least, given his body language and the disapproving reaction of the professional-looking gal in the front passenger seat, struck me as the reason for the stops.
Once again, I found myself with many hours to kill before leaving, yet too cautious to travel very far afield from my ride back, on m/v Lawilin.
I chatted with others awaiting Lawilin’s departure. Left my bags with one of the shopkeepers so I could wanted around unencumbered.Accompanied a young French guy to the hospital; he was there working on sanitation projects via Australian Aid, and getting a swollen infection taken care of. Watched women doing their washing by hand in the ocean, laying the clothes out to dry over the dead coral shoreline.Wandered the seashore, where a nice family introduced me to their two young sons who relished saying “Hello!” and “Bye-Bye!” in English.Ate a fantastic curried chicken and rice lunch for $3.50, meeting the folks from two other cruising boats I’d seen bobbing in Lenakel’s rolly harbor.
Lenakel, Tanna, where I unitentionally overshot the entrance to White’s Beach.
In search of White Beach (the French guy’s recommendation as a place to walk to), Samuel spotted my lost look and spent 15 minutes walking me to White Beach and back to the main road.He was the only Ni-Van who told me he’d chosen to have only one child, as “kids are expensive!”
Unused to rides from anyone other than paid bus or taxi drivers in Vanuatu, it took me a while to realize the truck driver who stopped to offer me a ride back to the docks was simply being nice.
After so many weeks stuck in cruise-shippy Efate, and confined mostly to anchorages by inclement weather, this was the Vanuatu I’d hoped to see.Yes, I came to Tanna for the volcano, but left as much or more with a great sense of warmth for the people of Vanuatu, just being themselves.
White Sands is the closest town to Mt. Yasur, but it’s still a ways from the volcano. The black arrow shows Tanna’s place within the Vanuatu Island chain.
Location Location
While I went to Tanna Sunday, September 13, returning Wednesday the16, 2016. Wayne and Journey remained at Yachting World mooring S17.44.750 E168.18.729) in Vanuatu’s Port Vila. This post was written while anchored off New Caledonia’s Port Moselle Marina (S22.16.695 E166.25.688). We arrived inNoumea, New CaledoniaSeptember 21, 2016, a 300+ mile trip from Vanuatu.
Our Predict Wind map from Vanuatu to New Caledonia, zoomed out to give a you a sense for where in the world we are now.
Cruising by the Numbers
Our September 2016 sail from Vanuatu to New Caledonia was 305 miles.
Our August 2016 sail from Fiji to Vanuatu was 525 miles.
We cruised just under 440 miles in Fiji, between late May and early August.
Our May 2016 sail from New Zealand to Fiji was 1090 miles.
December 2015 – May 2016 if we weren’t cruising New Zealand or hunkering, we were making massive road trips from New Zealand’s tip to its tail.
From December 2014 – November 2015 we sailed from Northern Florida’s Atlantic side to New Zealand, over 10,000 miles, with more than a few stops in between.
Prior to that we sailed from St. Lucia to Florida and also spent a season cruising the Bahamas.
Up Next We’re planning on cruising in New Caledonia until November. After New Caledonia, we head to Australia, by December 2016 (but probably earlier). There, we plan to sell our boat, and go back to work, somewhere.
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