6/23 AAA, Day 10: Midgets in a phone booth

Early breakfast with the gang, then climbing into the back of a truck for the ride back over the island to the airport. It started off with just us, and a few guys from the resort trying to get to church (Seventh Day Adventists). But as we crossed the ash plain, we picked up a bunch of other random people trying to get to town, or to church, or just down the street. At one point, there were 16 of us piled in the back there, and we could have fit a few more.The ride back was nice and scenic over some pretty crappy roads, but we saw a lot of cool people who smiled and waved, and kids who danced for us in the street. Tanna is the only place I've ever been where eight year old girls walk down the road, shirtless, with a machete in their hand, hacking open a coconut as they walk without even looking at their hands. Makes my mother's insistence on putting those little plastic plugs in all unused electrical outlets when I was a child seem a little... crazy, eh?After a detour to drop off Isabel at another 'resort', we finally arrived at the airportand boarded our plane, this time an ATR with actual seats and flight attendants and no co-pilot eating a damn ham sandwich as he flew in full view of his passengers. Back in Vila I hopped a bus back 'home' to Susan's (it did feel nice to be somewhere kind of familiar) where I drank whiskey, played scrabble and mancala, ate chili on toast and tried my hand at grating coconuts. What I actually grated was my damn hand, but how handsome am I?

Drink Count: 4