Our trip back home is going to look something like this:Port Vila - SydneyNovember 7 - Get haircut, buy jeans, tshirts & shoes. See Opera House.Sydney - MelbourneNovember 11 Go to museums, bars and cafes.Melbourne - BangkokNovember 15 - We'll start in Bangkok and then move north. From northern Thailand we'll travel into Laos and then south. We'll cross back into Thailand at some point to visit Ubon Rachatani, where my dad was stationed during the Vietnam war. After that we'll head into Cambodia and then back to Bangkok for Christmas.Bangkok - MumbaiDecember 29 - We'll stay mostly in western and northern India. As far south as Goa and as far north as Amritsar. We'll go to the Taj Mahal and lots of other temples and if we've got the time and the energy we'll try to head to Darjeeling in the north east.New Delhi - Abu DhabiFebruary 1 - In Abu Dhabi we'll meet up with a friend of mine who I worked with while I was in the Air Force. He's a Jordanian engineer who's working for the company that's building the palm tree islands.Abu Dhabi - NYCFebruary 12 - Back to NYC in time for Valentine's Day. This is shaping up to be a family reunion in NY. So if your name is now or ever has been Mello, Fitzgerald or Marshall (or if you know someone who has one of those names) then you better make your plans now to be in NYC that weekend.NYC - North Carolina - San DiegoFebraury 25 - The last leg of the trip...see the family on the east coast, visit my grandparents in Fayetteville and then back to California. And just because it only says San Diego doesn' t mean that we won't be spending time in San Francisco, Marysville and Portland among other places.
the travels of dennis & sandra
Saturday, September 19, 2009

We flew from Vila to Tanna last Monday morning in a Norman-Britten Islander. A 10-seater, including the pilot and the chair next to him. We made a stop on Erromango to drop off two passengers and picked up three more . About 30 minutes later we had landed on the west coast of Tanna and began our trip to the other side. After a stop in Lenekal (a small town straight out of the old west) where the owner of our bungalow picked up supplies for the week we began the 2 hour truck ride to Port Resolution. Monday was market day so we passed lots of stalls set up on the side of the road selling local produce, taro and kava. I bought some kava and we continued on our ride.
I won't try to describe the beauty of the volcano rising out of the ash plain or of Port Resolution itself. If you want to hear about that, i'll refer you to my friend Dan Moser's blog. He's a much better writer than I and he has much more time to spend on his blog as he has managed a way to have internet service in his village on Malekula.
But I do want to share two things. First, my experience of chewing kava with some man-Tanna and second, the visit to the top of the volcano. Okay, chewing kava. These days, kava in Vanuatu is normally prepared but cleaning the roots, cutting them into small pieces, putting through a manual meat grinder, mixing it with water, and then straining. Another way that is less common is by stone grinding the kava. Here's a photo of me doing this with my host papa.

The traditional way of preparing kava in the southern islands, including Tanna, is by chewing. Basically, instead of using a machine or a stone to mash the roots, you use someone's mouth. Actually, you end up using more than one mouth. Before I go any further, let me describe the setting. It's about 5pm. The sun still has about another hour, but it's already well below the tree line. We (me, evan and the guys from the village) are sitting on some pieces of wood underneath a banyan tree in a cleared and cleaned area that makes up the nakamal. Since the kava is here no women are allowed to pass by this area - very taboo. We're sitting around a big pile of ash that is evidence of the many fires that have been made here. And it's not long before the fire is lit again to provide light, some warmth and a way to light cigarettes.
A friend from the village, Naru, is preparing our kava and in return he'll drink with us. He cleans the kava and then takes a bite of the root. Then he takes another and another. Pretty soon he's got a mouth full of kava that he's grinding for us. Evan and I decide to help out and take bites for ourselves. Not only do I want to try chewing the kava, I figure that I should get some of my spit in the mix. It's kind of like taking a bite of a dry, tough, bad-tasting apple. You chew it, careful not to swallow too much of it, and then spit it out on a leaf. Once there's a good pile, about the size of a burrito, you strain it with some bark from a coconut palm and some water. Then it's ready to drink. And often the boys from the village will be flagged down on their way home from the beach and told to come help chew the kava. They're mostly around 9 or 10 years old, have just been through their circumcision ceremony and are old enough to chew, but no to drink, the kava.
So we drink one and then two big shells, sit around and chat around the fire. And, really, it doesn't seem that big of a deal to take a big drink of this dirty root water that's been chewed by two or three different people.


Saturday, September 12, 2009
Who doesn't like puppets?
Vanua Lava Days Cultural Festival
The first week of September was our annual cultural festival for west Vanua Lava. It started about 5 or 6 years ago as a way to transfer knowledge of custom (dances, songs, games, etc) to the younger generations as well as a way to share custom with tourists. This year we had 14 yachts come into the bay for the festival and everyone on the boats loved it.

On three of the four days I was asked to play with the Amba Boys String Band. It was probably one of the happiest moments of my service.



Here are some of the girls from the village waiting to dance and then mid dance. Notice the 'devil' with her head covered. The photo on the right is of a custom game that only the chiefs are allowed to play, although I don't think they play very often.
This giant 'devil' was made just for their 15 minute dance during the festival. The men who learned the dance and carved the devil had to sleep in the bush while they were making it and practicing and could not be seen by anyone until they performed their dance.
Life on the Island

Doralyn modeling her new school uniform shirt sewn up by Sandra.

Right after being picked up at the airport in Sola our driver Ben told us we had a flat tire. Nothing else to do but to take turns pumping it back up.

Is that cow sleeping inside out? No, it's just an early morning butcher shop in my parent's kitchen. I think it was about 8 am and there were at least 20 people sitting outside waiting to buy meat at about a dollar per kilo. We ate a lot of meat over the next three days.
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