From East New Britain we travelled on to New Ireland a day later than planned due to a flight cancellation (which we found out on reaching the airport… no SMS alerts here!) After a short drive through Kavieng town we were taken by boat to our island retreat. No floor in the restaurant, just sand. No locks on the doors, no full names, no worries. Hornbills, cockatoos and the first well fed dogs I’d seen in PNG just wondering around mixing happily with the humans. Hammocks strung around through the trees, and traditional wooden thatched huts. Beautiful. Chilli mud crabs, proper latte, and the most extensive cocktail list in the Pacific were icing on the already very tasty cake.
It hurt to get up at 4.30 to leave and come back to reality, but the compensation was the boat ride across to the airport, with our way lit only by the moon and the stars as we sped past silent groves of coconut palms.
I will return there one day inshallah, and next time for longer than a day.
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