We opened the curtains to see a mass of lush green foliage draped over the hills at the port of Rabaul, as well as lots and lots of mini vans and local drivers ready and waiting to take passengers on their tours. Fortunately we have done this trip before and seen all the wartime memorabilia, cemetery, tunnels, little towns, a taste of their culture, etc., so all we are doing is going ashore and meandering around the little town.
As soon as we stepped off the ship, the heat took our breath away. Many sweaty, hot passengers were already coming back to the cool of the ship. We walked through the massive port building/shed where there was a humungus pile of copra – very stinky!!! - no doubt ready for export.
Colourful market stalls, covered with large beach umbrellas lined the streets, and hopeful Melanesian women and gorgeous children sat displaying their wares, encouraging us to buy. We walked up and through the big market place, which was laden with fresh fruit and vegies, baskets, sarongs, tobacco, souvenirs, lots of locals, etc., and also a preacher, scaring the life out of those who have sinned!! Nothing much has changed in Rabaul, which saw a massive volcanic eruption in 1994, but there are 3 bars and several stores/supermarkets. The new capital is now in Kokopo, about 24kms away.
It didn't take too long to return to the ship as it was just too hot for comfort and lunch was beckoning. It was an early sail away at 4.30 pm, but we gathered long before that to enjoy cool drinks with an every growing crowd of thirsty friends before dinner and Trevor Knight in the Princess Theatre. Next port of call is Manila, in the Philippines, after 5 sea days….
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