It was still dark when we drove to
the airport on Monday morning and we were the first to check in for our
domestic flight to Ha'apai. The attendant took our passports and handwrote our
boarding passes as another attendant weighed our bags. We had the two 20kg
boxes of food donations, plus our own travel bags 5kg each. After weighing our
bags, we ourselves had to step on the scale! I thought it was a joke at first,
but when I saw the plane I understood why. They didn't hassle us about our
weight at all, even though I also had my purse in addition to my 5kg overnight
bag. Technically I wasn't allowed a personal item, but after looking around at
the locals I decided that me and all my bags (even the 20kg donation box) still
weighed less than most of them.
We sat down across from the check-in
counter and waited until they were ready to board our flight. When it was time,
they simply opened the doors and we stepped out onto the tarmac and climbed
into the plane, taking our seats right behind the open cockpit. No security, no
prohibitions on liquids, overall a very relaxed (and pleasant) flight. Much
smoother and quieter than I was expecting, especially with such a small plane.
When we landed in Ha'apai, we
couldn't find our bags at the pick up counter. One of the other passengers on
our flight had already picked up their bags and hopped in their car and were on
their merry way, but there were a few other passengers waiting near the counter
as well. P took our baggage claim tickets to the counter and they took the
tickets and walked away with no explanation. Finally, another passenger asked
if we were waiting for bags too and explained that some of the bags had been
put on the next flight. Apparently they had been warned of this back at the
mainland, but we were told nothing!
Our hosts Finau and Talanoa arrived
to take us into town and we explained the situation with the bags. They
explained that the sea was too rough, so we'd have to wait until tomorrow to go
to their place on Uoleva where we were meant to be staying and helping
clean-up/rebuild. They dropped us off at the guest house in town and arranged
to pick us up again to collect our bags, which went off without a hitch. We
left the bags with them as that was their intended purpose and Finau was very
grateful for the help.
Since we weren't leaving until the
next day for island clean up, we had plenty of time to relax. Luckily there was
a cafe right beneath the guest house, so we ordered some lunch and chatted with
the Polish lady who owns it. She directed us to a beach on the opposite side of
the island that might be a bit calmer than the seas on our side/in the
direction of Uoleva. We waited until after high noon in hopes that it might
cool down a bit and then gathered up our snorkels and suits and headed to the
beach. It took less than the 20 minutes we were expecting and we arrived to
find our own private beach, with beautiful low tide and calm seas. It was a
beautiful sand that felt heavenly between my toes, but the sea was full of
coral and plenty of fish! We tested out our brand new underwater camera case
and managed to snap a few good shots of tropical, colourful fish- the kind I'd
been missing in New Zealand's colder waters. Oh, and did I mention the water
was warm? It felt like a bath! What a beautiful way to spend the afternoon.
We headed back into town and took a
welcome and refreshing cold shower. Then we grabbed some beer and cookies from
the local China shop and watched the sunset from the wharf. Not having much
else to do, we crawled into bed soon after the stars came out and untied our
mosquito net to let it fall over the bed- did Erin explain any tricks for using
these in her blog? It seemed to get in the way of my head unless I stayed
toward the middle of the bed (if you know me, I move around a lot in my sleep)
and I wasn't confident that I had sealed all the gaps along the bottom and
imagined swarms of mosquitoes flying up into my net in the middle of the night.
I was pleased to wake up in the morning with no noticeable bites.
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