Paddling the dugout

I've just been swimming and snorkelling at the other end of the island, accompanied by Robin and Bryan. It was a bit murky but there were nice corals and plenty of anemone fish. It rained heavily during the walk back but now it's bright and still again. Make the overcast and spitting. It's changeable!

Had lobster tails again for dinner last night - this time in tasty sauce. I went to bed around 9:20pm and slept until 7am. I peed off the balcony at 4am but rain should've washed it away!

The boys sang the A-E-I-O-U song coming back along the Tunung Highway. I wonder what they'd think of Melbourne? I'd hate it if I'd only known this all my life.

I have masses of mosquito bites on my right arm and my legs - must be from the jungle trek back on Ao island.

I paddled to Kung island this morning in a dugout canoe and surprised Clem with the speed with which I returned. Robin, Bryan and David didn't arrive until about 15 minutes after me. The locals on Kung saw me coming and I heard some squeals of excited laughter from the children. The dugout tended to veer to the outrigger side, so took some getting used to. I guess it was the event of the year for Kung.

"Calaro" is the Tunag word for all seasons. Means hello, goodbye, thank you, good and OK. All depends on the tone you employ.

I walked along the beach on Kung for a few minutes with the usual band of cute kids.

The big village yesterday is called Noi Puas - means Point Sand. I finished Tim Flannery's book Throwim Way Leg last night - well written and a good insight into a good man.