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To be fair, this island is only ridiculous from our
point of view as it is a private island completely covered in resorts.
Although yachts are welcome and you can get life membership of the yacht
club for 1Fiji$ it still felt very odd to be here |
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The dock from where the game fishing boats leave |
Apart from the inevitable beach apartments there are a
series of artificial waterways with guest huts alongside |
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The swimming pool has an old yacht embedded into it as
a poolside bar-what an ignominious end!
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behind the pool is Dick's bar. The island is owned by
Dick Smith who is an ultra rich Australian Richard Branson type
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They have their own aircraft
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and of course a runway to suit
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A couple of days of hanging around on the edges of
this other world and we went back to Mana to pick up Hélène
again. From here we went back to the mainland to clear out. So now we
are leaving a country where, just over 100 years ago, members of the
London Missionary Society featured large on the menus and once again
heading off to another part of the great French empire,
NEW CALEDONIA |
