After the physical exertion of the “Cannibal Photo Op” yesterday, a sea day was exactly what the doctor ordered—or at least, a very slow morning. My back is still sending me formal complaints about the “getting back up” portion of the photoshoot. Chuck, too, seems to have accepted his fate; in 2017 he looked like he was ready to escape the pot, but today he looked more like he was ready to ask for a garnish and a nap.
Today we pulled into Noumea, New Caledonia. This is our second time visiting, and it remains just as charming as we remembered. There is something about the mix of French flair and Pacific island beauty that makes this place special.
We opted for a short tour around the island, which took a little over an hour. It was a perfect “cliff notes” version of what Noumea has to offer—great views, friendly locals, and a healthy dose of sunshine. However, the real drama happened at one of our stops.
The tour guide gave us a very specific time to be back at the bus. It’s a simple concept, really: the bus stays, then the bus goes. But, as always, there was that one couple. We sat there for almost 15 minutes, watching the clock tick while they were presumably off in their own little world. Finally, the guide called her boss, and the verdict was in: “Go.” And go we did! Honestly, it’s their own fault. I suppose they’ll be getting an unscheduled workout finding an Uber or a taxi back to the pier. It’s amazing—some people just don’t listen! We, on the other hand, were safely back on our floating hotel in no time.
Originally settled by the French in the mid-1800s as a penal colony (though it looks way too nice for that now!), Noumea became a major strategic base for Allied forces during WWII. It was actually the headquarters for the US military in the South Pacific. Today, it’s known for its nickel mining—it’s one of the largest producers in the world—and its vibrant mix of Melanesian culture and European style.
The most fascinating discovery of the day, however, wasn’t the nickel or the WWII history—it was the Bingo. I am not kidding; there were gambling halls on almost every street. Apparently, the national pastime here is daubing numbers on a card. I guess everyone has their “thing.” They like Bingo, and we like cruising. I just hope those two people we left behind can win enough at Bingo to pay for their ride back to the ship!
Tonight is dinner at a steak restaurant. Its my birthday! We will dine and have another evening of enjoying the ship. Our 33-day home is feeling more comfortable by the minute.
May God bless you always.
Chuck & Lea Ann
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