09 August 2017
We left the island of Yadua this morning at the crack of dawn heading for a 55 mile thrash over to the Yasawas....a chain of islands off the west of Fiji. Right now, we're sailing across Bligh Water. The stretch of water between Fiji, the Yasawas and Vanuatu where poor old Cap'n Bligh made his epic open boat trip having been chucked off by the disgruntled crew. Me? I'm minding my P's and Q's this morning. Apparently Bligh was somewhat worried about landing hereabouts, as he had concerns the locals might quite like white meat.
Not that we saw anyone. Yadua is about two miles by three and climbs to 193 metres. Much of which we know intimately having bushwhacked for four hours through the scrub, brush and Raiders of the Lost Ark spider webs. All to no avail. No path, no village, no nuthin' other than scratches from ankle to knee. We finally gave up our attempt to cross the ridges to do Sevusevu with the chief and returned to the boats, torn and tattered. Yadua, might well be the least developed place I've ever been.
Other than perhaps France.