Malekula, here we come.The wharf dropped us off at the wharf in Litz Litz (I have no clue how that's spelled) around 4:30 - we unloaded, made sure we had each and every one of our boxes (wouldn't want to forget that rice or that rice!) and then three trucks took us in our gear over the mountain to Lambubu. Children waved to us from the side of the road, and the dust rapidly became encrusted in our hair; we had the most gigantic, goofy smiles plastered across our faces. When we arrived at Amelatin station it was dark and slightly chaotic, but when we got to our home we knew everything was going to be just perfect. There was a big house just for us. A bedroom, half side for girls, half for boys, an equipment room and a large room which we would use for our kitchen/dining room. There are chickens EVERYWHERE. The community had made dinner for us and the women welcomed us with beautiful strings of flowers and pandanas leaves that they placed around our necks. I was feeling really sick but so moved I nearly cried.
No more boat: Becs and Tara hop in the back of the truck with our gear.
In Lakatoro, the provincial capital of Malampa Province, Vanuatu, on Malekula: Rose, Becca and Jo.
OUR NEW HOME :)We had a good sleep in our new home last night. Tomorrow we start work - the boys are building chairs right now, and most of the girls are anxiously waiting for some form of water to become available - it's been nearly four days since we've washed, and we stink!
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