I’ve always wanted to go to Vanuatu.
I was excited as we sailed overnight from Lifou Island towards Port Villa. We only had one day in port, but I hoped it would be enough to give me a feel for the island. We woke up in Vanuatu. Breakfast was a hurried one at the buffet. On our other two stops we opted to explore on our own, but in Port Villa we had both booked shore tours. Dan was off scuba diving, and Jacob and I were on a more relaxed island excursion.
We stepped out into a small tin boat which took us off to the sail boat which we would be spending our time on. We began sailing among the small little islands not far from the coast of Port Villa, off to our little beach getaway. We sailed for about 45 minutes, enjoying the sun and the sea breeze, before dropping anchor near a small island.
All the childless people donned fins and snorkels and jumped off the boat to see what they could see. But thank god I had Jacob with me. I hate the water and snorkeling is not my idea of a fun holiday activity, so Jacob was a good excuse to not have to do it. Instead we hopped back into the little tin boat and head for the sandy shore.
The tour operators could not have been more accommodating for those of us travelling with little ones. He offered to watch Jake so I could go snorkelling to which I, politely, declined. I have tried snorkelling a few times and every time my mind is screaming “OMG WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME” to entire time, and it gets a bit distracting. So instead, he took Jacob from me and swam out to where the water was just a little bit deeper so that Jacob could see the fish. At first Jake was afraid to be going out to see without Momma, but was soon distracted by the colourful fish, and Momma got some peace and quiet.
The majority of the day was spent playing on the sand which was rough and mostly comprised of dead coral bits. It was a shoes on sort of activity. Jacob was playing his all time favourite game of pick up rocks and throw them in the water, when our guide came swimming over again. This time he had something in his hands. He brought over two starfish, one of which was a deep blue colour. Jake timidly touched it before dropping it back in the water. Then it started moving. The thing came right for Jake and partly crawled up his leg. His reaction was pure hilarity but now he’s probably traumatised of the water for good…. just like Momma.
My work here is done.