And BOOM. There came the rain. We were so close. SO CLOSE. But no, now it was time to mentally prepare ourselves for a long, steep, muddy, rainy trek up the hill to Avery's site (a fellow PCV), because there was no way the truck could make it's way up the road now.
10 minutes after the deluge began, the truck dropped us at Amalu, pointed out the right path, and left. Already wet, and laden down with our overnight bags, 6 cans of tuna, and 4 kilos of chicken wings, we began the climb. Alternating between laughing and crying at how steep the hike was, we slowly made our way up the mountain. Finally arriving at Avery's site, we were greeted by a wet and muddy Studly Budly and an equally wet Kathleen (yet another PCV), who'd walked over from her site to see us. The rest of the night was spent with good conversation, good kava, and good food!
Waking up the next morning, it was raining again. Kathleen headed back early to make sure her village was ready for visitors, and we took our time over breakfast (Len, one of my bosses, brought Nutella, and I definitely ate more than my fair share of it!). Eventually, however, it was time to go. We waited for a squall to pass, and headed out again, carefully wading across the swollen creeks. When we got to Weinasasa, we weren't disappointed! They made us a delicious lunch, and that night, had a welcome ceremony for Kelleah and Len. People in Vanuatu are so wonderful and welcoming, I feel lucky to call this place home.
It was definitely a wet adventure this weekend, but I'm glad we got to give Kelleah an interesting picture of life here, and I'll leave this post with this: Kelleah, welcome, and may you have many more slippery adventures over your time here in Vanuatu!
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