4 weeks in a sneeze

Well, I've been rather negligent, or rather busy on holiday, that I haven't blogged. Sorry, so here's four weeks in a sneeze!

In New South Wales they have these cool as signs for narrow bridges - I love the truck!

We loved the beach in Culburra... Thanks to the people who let us stay in their beach house.

We travelled over 900 kilometers in one day. Friday. We drove from Culburra to Melbourne. Way too much travelling for Theresa. She screamed at the end of the day when I had to put her in the car seat again. The worst thing is that there were all these beautiful places (Exhibit A above), the names of which I can't always remember, that I would have loved to stay at for longer. Like Eden. I would have loved to stay until the whales came by with their babies... but oh well...

at least we had the opportunity to stretch our legs... and drink chocolate milk. yum.

Theresa snuggled up to Jair on the flight from Melbourne to Auckland. They were both so tired that they slept while I watched a movie. Yay - I love flying with Qantas.

We had a relaxing time up north with Jair's parents. And it was sunny.

I joined in the chocolate fish game at my nieces'es party. I lost, sadly, but still got to eat the chocolate fish.

Theresa and her cousin Madeline had a lot of fun together. Theresa loves jumping! and we had a great time with Madeline's parents.

Theresa showed all the signs of being ready to start on solids... so she had her first meal of baby rice and loved it! She's a natural eater.... So far she loves baby rice, banana and spinach but hates apple.

That's right, there are cows. They exist and they look really cool, like this one, who faithfully gave us milk while we stayed at my parents place.

So that's a sneeze with the history of the last four weeks or so. Sorry if you haven't featured specifically in this. We loved spending time with ya'awl. Next time, I won't wait so long before I blog again.

xo

Melbourne to Sydney... I love GPS

The third leg of our journey included an incredibly early start (so early that I got this sunrise shot from the airplane) to Melbourne. Theresa travelled ok and then nestled in to the front pack after we arrived in Melbourne.

With her sleeping, we decided to check out a Christian book store near the flinders street train stop. Then armed with Jon Foreman's Spring and Summer c.d., we re-boarded the train. Travelling by train was fun with Theresa because you don't need to worry about car seats and stuff. She was curiously watching Melbourne whizz by.

We picked up Kevin and Machi's car, stopped for coffee at their daughters' place, and then another coffee at a Solomon Islanders' friend of ours' place (I'm not sure if that sentence was grammatic... but I'm in a rush...). Then we punched "SYDNEY" into the Navman... and off we drove with nothing but a few cars and the open road before us.

Driving to Sydney from Melbourne was a fun way to see a bit of Australia, although, admittedly, it was the same thing the whole way - fields of dry grass with a few cute black cows and a small town every hour. But it was good. Theresa slept nicely in the car, although by the time we got to Sydney she was a bit sick of hanging out and sleeping in the car seat.

Since then we've been staying at Simon and Lyd's house. It's been very enjoyable. We were lucky enough to even celebrate Simon's birthday with him today. Yay.

Today, we had an eventful day, having ice cream at Cronulla (couldn't get "Cruella de Vil, Cruella de Vil... if she doesn't scare you, no evil thing will..." from 101 dalmatians out of my head), fixing their golf and travelling in a tunnel. Cool.

Thus ends part three of our holiday.

Brisbane and Hobart

We've almost completed the first two parts of our holiday - visiting some friends in Brisbane and visiting sponsors and bosses in Hobart.

Brisbane was lovely - beautiful temperature. Balmy but just a little cooler than the Solomons. We had a relaxing time with our friends, hanging out, having d&ms and as you see in this picture, going for a lovely walk in Queen's Park. Brisbane was the first time that Theresa had worn clothes for a full day!

Thankfully, Theresa travelled really well to Brisbane from Honiara. But the flight to Hobart was a bit more unsettling and she screamed and screamed when we were descending... well, when she wasn't occupied by looking at the t.v. screens.

Hobart is freezing... Not that we expected any different, but in real life, 19 degrees is cold... for us because we're used to 35. This is the first time in Theresa's life that she's wearing long pants and cardies all day long.

But she enjoys going for a walk with me... so much so that she falls asleep. This whole walking thing taking her in the pram/stroller is quite new. The roads are so bumpy in the Solomons that walking with her in the pram gives a new meaning to off-road buggy-ing.

We're enjoying our walking in this little snug part of Hobart. It is quite a novelty to be able to go for a walk - and it's safe - and it's free.

Not to mention, beautiful.

Yesterday it warmed up enough for me to wear shorts. We've had cool, crisp nights but a few nice warm days. Well, warm if you're in the sun.

But, Goodbye Hobart, because we're leaving for Melbourne and the open road tomorrow. We've had a great time, enjoyed the hospitality of our host and met with lots of lovely, dedicated people who support us and pray for us. Thank you to them all.

about to go

Today is the day we leave for our annual holiday. Yay. We are so excited. The only reason I slept last night is because I was so tired of rushing around, finishing things off and packing.

First we'll spend a few days in Brisbane with some friends, then a few days in Hobart with some friends, sponsors and the SWIM workgroup. Then we're heading off to Melbourne to travel around for just over a week, before we fly to NZ.

So I'm not sure where you are, but hopefully we'll see you somewhere!

Two things: kind of funny that all three of us travel under different nationalities' passports.

Also, how ironic that the last people we saw in Australia before coming here, are going to be the first people we'll see when we get to Australia! What lovely friends we have.

The Tsunami That Never Came

Jair was at rugby training when he rang to say that Japan had had an earthquake and tsunami. There was a tsunami warning for Solomon Islands as well so youth group had been cancelled. I promptly googled Japan and tsunami and came up with lots of info about it. Then I thought, hey, wait a moment... Japan isn't so far away from Solomon Islands. Maybe this is for real (I mean, we get tsunami warnings every time there's an earthquake somewhere... well, except for Haiti and Christchurch.)

In the end many of us at SWIM decided to evacuate. After all, we are quite close to the sea - just 10 minutes stroll away! It must have been quite a sight, to see five vehicles leaving in convoy, heading to different places around Honiara, where the hills make it safe.

We went to SITAG, the local Wycliffe base and enjoyed their hospitality in a house that was, quite providentially, vacant. At around 12:30 ish we were awake (it was the first time we'd shared a room with Theresa... she actually is quite noisy in her sleep!) and we said to each other, well if anything happens, it'll happen now (It was the projected time the wave would hit). It was raining, and we heard the sounds of people talking, shouting. I remember thinking later on in the early hours of the morning, as I waded in semi-consciousness, either the tsunami was really bad and everything in lower Honiara has been wiped out, including all the helicopters that would hypothetically be coming in to help, or nothing has happened, because it's very suspiciously quiet.

The next morning, I got out to feed Theresa when she woke up at six. I went outside on the verandah. You could see Lunga Point and I thought, well, it looks fine. So then after Theresa had fed and Jair woke up, we packed our things and snuck out of the house while the other evacuees were still sleeping. It was quiet and peaceful (for a change) in Honiara as we drove through at 7 am.

And the sea was still.

Pomelo

We have been here for more than a year and yet I have never bought a pomelo - the largest sister in the Citrus family. It's like a giant grapefruit. That's pink. So since there were heaps in the market and they were cheap, I bought one. The one I bought was $4 (SBD).

When I got home and cut it up it was rather sour but I guess you've got to start somewhere. I have tasted pomelo that were sweeter before so I'll have to work on my pomelo picking skills.

I also bought some oranges, although admittedly, they are rather green. In the Solomon Islands, the fruit ripens quickly, so in the case of oranges, I mean, greens, they ripen on the inside before the outside has a chance to change colour. But they do actually still taste sweet, and are especially nice if you juice them as they can be quite stringey inside.

An odd thing happened at the market. There was this guy walking around with a loudspeaker making high pitched squeals so everyone could hear the racket. Anyway, he was walking all over the central market and when he came to where I was I noticed that the Honiara City Council man who monitors marketplace behaviour was walking behind him looking rather exasperated. So I asked someone, is the guy drunk? (waswe, man ya, hem spaka?) No, he's dumb, the lady told me, dumb being the word locals use for deaf.

Then the deaf man stopped squealing, the Honiara City Council guy takes the loudspeaker off and says, "look everyone, even though this guy is dumb, he can still see that you're putting the food under the tables when you're supposed to display all your food on top of the tables. That's what he's been telling you. Even though he's dumb, he can still tell you that you need to put the food on top of the tables."

Anyway, I thought that was odd. Well, it seems odd to us Westerners. I mean, you'd never make an announcement like that in that fashion in New World or Pak n Save.

and he came back!

So, after Theresa's bad week (which was, mind you, ages ago... I'm a bad blogger, bad blogger), Jair came back! yay. And she settled down. Even yayer.

Jair had a great time with the team in Fulisango. He enjoyed spending time in the village, spending time with all the kids and families, and then also, getting to know the people on the team. All his Jairisms came out and when I went to pick him and the team up from the wharf, the young guys were all saying "sweet bix" and "cheers bro" and "weapon". Jair came back relaxed and energised.

Then something cool and special - three guys from the team gave Jair this choice as present for helping them - would you believe it - a kiwi, on a rugby ball made by a local carver. Jair was stoked as.

Since then, he's been getting back into jobs here, working with the boys on this amazing chicken house... I'll put a photo up when the chooks are all in. Keeping chooks are one way SWIM pays the local staff - a bonus for them because they can have a stable job - the local staff, I mean, but also the chooks!

Then yesterday, as Jair was doing mechanical repairs with our new apprentice, he decided to take the motorbike he was working on for a test run. Well, I began to wonder after a while, where was Jair - some test run, sounds more like a cruise!

Then he came back - with the motor bike on the back of Mike's truck. Oh well. At least we know it's not working 100%