vendredi 1 août 2008
Here in Vanuatu they speak Pidgin. It's a great language that is spoken here, in Papua New Guinea and the Solomon Islands in various forms. Some of it is very funny indeed - here's some of my favourites:
Basket blong titi - a brassiere
Kustom dance blong white fella - aerobics
Big Fella - Boss
Bia blong me - that's my beer
These are just the ones I can remember, I'm afraid. You see, the problem is I'm fighting back the waves of Nausea that are crashing against my (perfectly formed) shores.
Last night we celebrated my birthday. It was just me, the Australian girls and a pair of lovely kiwi boys (who quickly became Nambawan husband and Nambatu husband, tee hee). Anyway, we set the town alight, cut a rug, threw some shapes and generally embarrassed ourselves dancing to what we call 'vintage Kylie'. You can imagine.
Our average age (41) was about 16 years above the average age in the bar - the Voodoo Bar, Vila's number one hotspot. But hey, we matched them drink for drink if not move for move.
I seem to remember people stopping to watch my 'crazy in love'. Beyoncé'd better watch out.
Anyway, this morning I woke up with a big fella hedek and a need for a capati.
Where's the bar?