June 16, 1990
We sent them an underwater disposable camera and asked them to take photos of themselves, where they found the bottle, and their family, which happens to also be their village. They took the pictures and sent back the camera. We continued to write back and forth until their requests got to be more than we could manage. When the entire soccer team needed uniforms and shoes, they sort of stopped writing when we sent them a care package but not full of sporting equipment. It would be incredible to visit them one day. By now they are grown men with kids of their own, I would imagine. Fishing and combing the lagoons. I should write them a letter and see what’s new in Vanuatu. At last report many yachts were visiting their area, thus they have become more anglicized, but I imagine it is still quite the peaceful little fishing village it always has been.
Patrick and Setla, cousins, our new friends in Vanuatu. Yes, they loved the sunglasses and new flip flops.
A photo of their village from out on the boat, taken while fishing. They sent us pics of the fish they caught, the cleaning area, the drying palapa.