Coming into Alotau |
Welcome |
Flags of New Guinea |
A few tours had been offered here, but since we could either walk or ride in a shuttle to town, we decided to explore on our own. Many mini vans had lined up on the pier, and drove about 10 of us at a time to the center of town. Normally, we would have walked the 25 minute hike, but since it was already hot and getting hotter, we rode instead. Dropped off at the busy memorial, we mixed in with the locals and continued up the road to the local marketplace.
The folks of Alotau |
Local shop |
Fish for sale |
Kids were cute |
Overflow at the market |
Tiny limes for sale |
Bags and baskets |
Ladies going shopping |
Selling small stuff |
The bank |
Beer store...one at a time |
Across the highway, was a string of stores, supermarkets, pharmacies, hardware, and bottle shops. A bottle shop was a window where the locals could buy beer or perhaps soda. Something tells us that liquor is rationed here. There was a huge sign at the local park warning the younger crowd against drinking. Heavy fines and jail can be imposed if they are publicly intoxicated. Right next to this park was a police station. Anyway, we walked through a few of the stores, mainly to take advantage of the air-conditioning. It looked to us like none of these stores would accept foreign money too. Most all of the products in the supermarket were imported from Australia, especially the meats.
SP beer made in New Guinea |
The outdoor bar |
Hotel swimming pool |
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Well, it was time to get moving, so we headed towards the Memorial Park and the craft market. This was where we discovered that the battery on the camera had decided to quit. And where was the other battery? On the ship, of course. Luckily, the shuttle was there to take people back to the ship. Within minutes, we had gotten back, found the good battery, and were off again to go back. We knew not to stay onboard the cool ship too long, or it would have been over with.
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One of our friends had bought three of them. Another item that caught our attention was being sold by some elderly ladies sitting on the end of the men's items. It was an intricate seashell necklace, handmade by one of the local women. And the price was right.
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Continuing on, we walked the waterfront watching little boys playing in the high surf that came crashing over their heads.
Winds too strong for us to leave |
Sail away was scheduled for 5pm, but that was not going to happen. The Captain announced that until the winds died down, we would not be able to get out of the bay. He added that we could stay for up to 12 hours if necessary, and still make the next port of Madang in two days. Gene, the CD, announced that happy hour would be extended until 8pm, so the drinking crowd was happy with that. We did stay, talking with friends on the aft deck, until the sun set. By then, the winds subsided enough for us to pull away from the dock.
It had been a long, hot day, but we sure did have a good time.
Post office & pharmacy |
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Back at the pier
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Local boat |
Resting in the shade |
Local transport |
Shoppers and relaxers |
What a view of Milne Bay |
New Guinea bird of paradise |
Kid in the playground |
Carrots |
Mary Ann & Barb |
A cluster of bees |
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A gathering place |
Milne Bay |
Bars of soap |
Holy mackerel |
Hanging out |
Dancers going to a performance |
War Monument |
Swaying palms |
Bill under a huge tree |
Alotau is rather small |
Noodles are always good |
Treats |
Saying good bye to the little ones |
The mamas |
Thumbs up |
Breaking over the bulkhead |
Palms bending in the wind |
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Pilot boat |
People watching us leave |
Looks like a fire to us |
Sunset at 6:30pm |
Nightime is coming |