essentialmidwifery

Heading out at some point on some day–I have really very little grip on which it is of either here…I decided to head straight and turn left and see what I would see.  Not only did I find a local Kava bar—looking decidedly lonely in the early morning, but I found the Numba2 Grocery—which in my mind should be called Numba1.  I was happy to see anything that looked this much like a grocery store from home and not a little market with customs and a language of its own.  And there are stacks of Pomelos, which made me miss Jeffrey who I spent a good number of hours peeling and enjoying them with this past winter.  At the very least I have a place to purchase food until I figure out the local situation.  I walked down and through town again, this time I checked out the multitude of sandwich boards offering tours.  They look fun for the most part although the “Cannibal Culture: Budget Option” was cause for concern.  Walking in Vila requires a mixed combination of the skills I learned walking in Massachusetts and Hawaii.  My New York skills are useless as they rely upon the fact that a driver will submit to a walker in the way only New Yorkers do.  If I walked like a Seattleite here I would be stuck on the curb all day long looking at the passing drivers with a hopeful smile.   The pedestrian here is responsible to make sure that there is sufficient space between oncoming cars and that a car is not hiding behind the visible one about to leap to the left or right of it at rapid speed.  I hiked back up the steps and down the hill to where I am staying, then further down the hill to check out the lagoon.  I enjoyed a few quiet moments of ocean breeze, sitting on a bench on the water’s edge before trekking back up the hill to my room.  I think it is a great thing in Vanuatu to be from Seattle where everyone is programmed genetically to walk up and down hills without marveling at the hill or I might be paralyzed while staring at the one from the lagoon to my residence with my mouth agape.