It was still overcast so after about 7 attempts at getting out of bed we ambled down to the beach for a continental breakfast. Hideaway boasts but one restaurant in the style of “toes in the sand casual” (according the the website). It was on this premise of not having to wear shoes to mealtimes that we chose Hideaway as our honeymoon destination. Rather ironically, we quickly worked out that the beach, being wholly comprised of dead coral, necessitates the wearing of footwear.
The cloudy day was not right for snorkelling or traumatising skin cells with lazy sun tanning. Instead, we made our way into town so that Ben could sort out his Epilim problem.
A trip into town meant another trip on the glass bottom boast and catching a “bus” (really just another van with extra seats owned and driven by a local). Our driver’s name this time was Javen. Javen has goggly eyes and likes to laugh LOUDLY. His bus is named after him which seems tacky but proved to be a clever tactic at solidifying a memorable identity in the minds of the tourists that would otherwise think that all the buses and their drivers look the same.
Good-natured Javen picked up and dropped off a variety of characters on our way into town. After a long, meandering journey through Port Vila (I eventually stopped questioning whether we were being abducted) we arrived at the drug store. Before we were allowed out of the van Javen decided he ought to invest in out stay by offering us his number and the privilege of calling him “friend”. We were grateful but doubted that the relationship would every truly blossom past a casual bus driver – passenger situation.
Drugs are a lot easier to come by in Port Vila than Sydney but a lot more expensive to own. Ben skipped 6 years of medical training and was allowed to write his own script. See Kieran, you ain’t so clever. With that problem solved so quickly it was looking to be an easy holiday.
The rest of Port Vila was quiet. Most of the stores are closed on Sunday (in true Sabbath fashion) including the typically crowded marketplace where villagers sell their crops. There was only one thing for us to do. FIND COCONUT CRAB. We didn’t need to search hard. I think Ben sniffed it out. It was only 11.30 and I was still digesting my continental breakfast but he Benjamin couldn’t wait. Our waitress seated us at a table with a view and politely apologised for being out of lobster. Ben barely even heard her. His eyes were burning a hole in his spot on the menu and he was busting to order. Coconut crab and a mojito for him. Poulet fish and a Make a Mango for me.
Ben found the wait excruciating. I didn’t mind. From our window seat we watched a giant garfish who became lovingly known as Garry frolic in the waters below.
The crab arrived. A splendorous bowl of mammoth claws piled high in a creamy, chilli sauce. Ben must give off an air of being a grub because the waitress came bearing a finger washing bowl, a bib and a spare napkin which she replaced dutifully throughout his feast. With sauce up to his ears and down to his elbows Ben munched through succulent crab (with a just a hint of coconut). He even managed to share. Both in bibs and armed with shell crackers we chowed down on possibly the best meal we’ve ever had. It was worth every one of those 4800 Vatu (about $48, but we enjoyed pretending to be ludicrously extravagant).
(upside down selfie…I’m still learning)
Satisfied, if not stuffed we boarded a different bus with a different driver back to Mele beach for out return to Hideaway (our other island home). This driver wanted to be friends too but we only had room in our lives for Javen.
The tide was out so we kept our vow and ran along the sand spit racing the glass bottom boat back to Hideaway.
An afternoon snorkel proved very rewarding despite my snobbish objections that the clouds were too thick and the “vis” would be too poor. Yep, I said “vis”. That’s the kind of person I’ve become and now that Ben’s started a scuba diving course he’s well on his way to underwater obnoxiousville too.
Somehow that day, the coconut crab coma wore off and we decided to sample dinner on our tropical paradise. We regretted it almost immediately. We had risotto and pasta. Nasty and nastier. Thank goodness for our proximity to the mainland otherwise dinner would be a sad affair for the next 10 days.
Early to bed as always to get ready for a brand new day.