It turned out that the village meeting, under the watchful eye of Chief Richard, was to discuss a situation where a young woman had been unfaithful to her husband, with his brother. The facts were apparently admitted and the discussion had two aims - firstly to decide an appropriate Kastom penalty (in this case a pig and 2,000 Vatu as it happened - not the same in all cases apparently) and more importantly to air all viewpoints, gripes and emotions regarding the matter, then to reconcile everyone with each other and with the chief, who in Kastom was offended by the incident. This all happened, although it took a day and a half of meeting to achieve. A really civilised process and outcome, and I am assured by locals that the reconciliation will stick and the matter is now past. This also happened to be Children's Day in Vanuatu - kids are given a gift by their parents and the day is filled with games, performances of songs and little plays, and general merriment. We went over the north headland to the village of Laboultamata for their celebration; we had met a young guy, Wilton, from that village who was over in Loltong, and he invited us. He had been in the Vanuatu national soccer team and is active in soccer and sport generally in his province, Penama. So we were welcomed into the village and found it was really rocking. Under a huge banyan were tables of food, sweet drinks and drinking coconuts. The picaninis put on a show comprising songs they had learnt at school, and to our surprise the only English language song was "Kookaburra sits in an old gum tree". John had brought over a new soccer ball from the boat for the kids and was asked to make a short speech; he then gave the kids the ball and they just went ballistic - so happy! Back at Loltong we had met another family whose baby girl was turning one year old and we were able to give them some nice clothes for her - a couple of things that fitted well now, and a dress for her to grow into in a year or so. The parents were very grateful and offered to share their beef and chicken lap-lap with us. We had seen the meat sitting in the sun all morning waiting to be prepared and cooked, so we found a (hopefully) courteous excuse not to partake and left them to party. So it was a busy day for us, and a memorable one - Loltong is a special place, a peaceful and secure anchorage and a visually spectacular location, and we are sad to have to leave it.