Friday, 26th September.
I return to Voco point, from where the dinghies depart.
I ask to be taken to a very quiet and secluded village. After a long wait in the drizzle, I find someone to take me. An hour in the pouring rain with no way to protect themselves. Approaching a beach and the driver asks me "Do you want to land here? "Yes," You really want to land here !? "Yes," Are you sure you want to land here? !! "Uh ... Yes. I jump on the beach and the dinghy leaves.
Immediately the whole village rushes to me and they all start to question me like a police interrogation. Why have you come here? What are you looking for? Do you have the authorization? Where do you come from? Which company sent you? Etc. I was too tired to stand it for long - how could I make them understand that I was exhausted by a month of travel and I was looking for a quiet and friendly area to rest a few days?
I learned later that they had only seen one white person before, a German, and that was over ten years ago.
Fortunately the village head (not friendly) and one of his friends Mathew, friendly, and, as I would find out later, very cultivated, arrived. They extracted me from the crowd and took me a little further away where we sat and talked quietly and calmly.
Later the village leader went away and Mathew asked where I wanted to sleep. I point out an empty hut on the edge of the beach. It is quickly agreed and that will be my home for three days.
Here is the hut by the beach.
The front part.
On the roof, my solar panel charging a usb battery.
And my loincloth and mosquito-proof hammock inside.
I spend the next two days sleeping at night, sleeping in the morning and sleeping the afternoon. Between naps, I go to the market, I swim amongst the corals and I take some pictures. In the evenings, Mathew and I change the world!
My food:
A panorama taken from the sea. My hut is the one with the red roof.
I had chosen a camera that can go down to 18m under the sea. Unfortunately this is the only photo I had time to take in two months of travel. 
The bilum bags are used for everything.
No road, no trail, no vehicles, no electricity, no telephone and no internet.
The canoe is the only means of transport. Travelling along the coast they pass by my house.
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