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South Pacific Paradise

I’m in the enviable position of having a job that I can take abroad. It can be highly stressful, highly frustrating, but also highly rewarding and often challenging. It’s also a job that I enjoy doing on a voluntary basis for charities on foreign shores, and to some extent I enjoy it more as a volunteer than when I’m employed to do it. But as money doesn’t grow on trees, I spend most of my working life running the rat race like everyone else, but I’m always on the look out for the next volunteering adventure. On the way to my new life in the Southern Hemisphere, I took a slight detour to help at one such charity in Rarotonga, the main island of the Cook Islands.

Having quit my job, given up my flat, and sold as much of my possessions as possible, I set off in December 2011 from a cold and dark Glasgow, bound for London, then Los Angeles, then finally on to Rarotonga, where it was overcast and hot. Aerial view of RarotongaFor miles, there is nothing visible but the Pacific Ocean, then suddenly on the horizon, there appears a small island with a central cluster of mountains, and I could barely contain my excitement on the descent. Inside the little airport, we were greeted by a man in a Hawaiian shirt and shorts, sitting in the middle of the baggage carousel serenading us on his ukelele as we waited to get our passports stamped. Apparently he has greeted every incoming flight for the past few decades this way. What a fitting welcome to island life.

MarmadukeMy reason for being on the island was to volunteer with the Esther Honey Foundation (www.estherhoney.org), the only veterinary care available on the archipelago. OrlandoIt is a charity run by a dedicated team of full time staff and the hundreds of international volunteers that have offered their time and knowledge to care for the country’s animals. CraigI was met by the local director and whisked to my island abode. Kittens for homingThe volunteers live on site, on hand to help out with all sorts of patients, suffering from all sorts of health problems, not to mention the stray animals in need of a new home. On arrival, the clinic was in full swing, with people and animals everywhere I looked. After a quick tour and a shower, I had my first day to myself to explore.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Central RarotongaThat first day was muggy and overcast. The island’s landmark volcanoes were shrouded in clouds, hiding their true glory, but the vegetation in the centre of the island was thick and lush, a sure indication of the island’s pronounced rainfall. Hermit crab on Nikao beachI meandered along the beach down the west coast, looking out to the waves crashing on the lagoon wall. This was truly an island paradise, and as always, I walked around with an immense grin on my face, excited for the month ahead. After around 36hrs in transit, and an afternoon walking in the muggy air, my body gave up and I fell asleep on the couch.

 

Alarm ClocksI was awakened early by the noises that would be my wake-up call for the whole month I was there. First the resident chickens would cluck, then the roosters would crow, followed by the dogs in the hospital barking, and lastly the noise of the islanders zooming past the clinic on their scooters. I didn’t get an uninterrupted sleep for the entire time I was there.

Each working day at the clinic started and ended the same: feeding and mucking out all the patients and animals on site. Most of the patients were cats and dogs, but from time to time, the odd pig, goat or wild bird would need treatment. Aside from neutering for population control, there was a varied case-load of health problems, similar to a working vet clinic in another country, however, the one disease that was relatively specific to the Cook Islands was also one of the hardest diseases to watch afflicted animals battle through. Jelly-BeanFish poisoning, or Ciguatera poisoning, is caused by fish eating specific toxins, which accumulate up the food chain as bigger fish eat the little fish, until either people or animals eat contaminated predator fish at the top of the food chain. The toxin accumulation ingested by dogs results in paralysis, and an inability to eat and sometimes swallow, and they are hypersensitive to touch, making simple sensations extremely painful. Without medical attention, these cats and dogs would die of starvation, dehydration and in a lot of pain. It is sad to watch these animals go through this disease. Thankfully, most of the dogs recovered with fluid and nutritional support, strong pain killers and dedicated volunteers spending a lot of hours over several weeks rehabilitating them. There was nothing more thrilling than watching these dogs regain their ability to walk and play, and go home happy and comfortable. The recovery with cats unfortunately seemed to be much more variable. Throughout the whole month I was there, there were several patients suffering from this affliction; it was an unfortunately common problem.

AvaruaOutside of work, there was a whole island to explore. As a Zumba enthusiast, I managed on that second day to convince some people to attend one of the island’s zumba classes. We headed to Avarua, and sweated our butts off to Zumba island style. Island dancing is all about hip swaying and wiggling so it made for an interesting take on some of the classic Zumba moves. The evening was rounded off with a trip to one of Rarotonga’s most famous eateries. A trip to this island is not complete without tasting a fish burger from Palace Burger, near the wharf on the main street of Avarua.

The following day after work, a few of us spent the evening at Coco Putt near Aroa. On Wednesdays they did a special involving a burger, beer and a round of mini-golf which was made into a competition night. The island’s lush volcanic centre loomed over the golf course, and this was my first real chance to see one of many stunning sunsets on the island. Even though my team was last at mini golf, I won a dance-off, and it was a great night.

Nikao BeachThe next evening I had the joy of swimming in the lagoon for the first time. The whole island is surrounded by a natural lagoon extending outwards to a reef before sloping steeply down into the depths of the Pacific Ocean. Within the lagoon is a plethora of colourful fish, and right across the road from the clinic was a good spot to go for a swim or practice snorkelling. On this first occasion, I didn’t have a snorkel, but the water was clear enough to see all sorts of fish darting about my feet. After being warmed by the sun all day, the water was lovely and warm in the evening, and it was a great way to relax after a day of sweating in the clinic. Crown Beach ResortLater on, a few of us headed south to the Crown Beach Resort, which had a gorgeous outdoor seating area near the bar which was nestled amongst palm trees with hammocks. Sunset Crown Beach ResortThey had the most amazing cocktails and mocktails, and the view from the bar overlooking the sandy beach, the lagoon beyond and the setting sun was pure heaven.

 

 

 

 

PuffafishAfter a busy day neutering and operating at the clinic, I headed down to the lagoon again with a snorkel and my video camera on hand. Blue starfishThis time I got a much better view of the many reef fish in all their technicolour glory fleeing in and around the rock reefs that littered the lagoon floor. The Picasso Triggerfish became my nemesis, racing towards me, and chasing me, threatening to bite if I strayed too close to its shallow ‘nest’. This was my first weekend on the island, and that night I got to experience the nightlife of Avarua. Starting off at Trader Jack’s on the waterfront for pizza, we moved on to Hidie’s bar for a few drinks and a bit of dancing, and then finally we headed to Whatever! bar. This was my first experience of dancing under the stars in a roofless bar. I loved this place, despite my heels always getting wedged in between the floor boards, and the DJ’s terrible mixing. It was refreshingly cool in the open air after yet another hot and humid day. Unfortunately, thick curly hair is not a friend of humidity, and I spent most of my time on the island having a terribly bad hair day – not exactly what you want when you are out socialising!

As a charity, the clinic is heavily reliant on donations of money, food, medicine and supplies. These come from locals, tourists, and the many volunteers, and fundraising is an important event. That weekend there was a car and dog wash organised on site. I blinded everybody with my Scottish pallor in between treating the hospital patients, but the sun shone strong, and the wash proved very popular, a great credit to the volunteers that had organised it. After another swim in the lagoon, many of us headed to Tumunu Garden bar for dinner and darts to celebrate the success of the day. My lack of skills in the darts department meant I came in last in the tournament.

MamaOne of the clinic dogs Mama, had succumbed to fish poisoning during my stay. Despite her limbs not working properly, she always remained ecstatically happy and eager to please. After days of only moving with support, I was excited to wake the next morning to find her desperately trying to come into my bedroom to keep me company. It took a lot of effort on her part, and a lot of encouragement on my part, but she made it to my bedside to be rewarded by a well-deserved cuddle and a belly rub. Myself and one of the other volunteers had that day off, and we decided to hike the Cross Island track, the most commonly walked track venturing deep into the forest and up one of the volcanic peaks in the centre of the island. On the bus ride to Avarua where the track starts, we met a tourist who was also heading to do the hike, so the 3 of us kept each other company. The inhabited and farmed land all rings the perimeter of the island, but the centre of the island is thick with lush vegetation. Central RarotongaThe track starts off gentle and meandering through the lush bush, allowing us to get to know our German companion. Then the hard slog began. The summitThe summit may only be  just >400m, but it is a near vertical ascent scrabbling up tree roots in the heat and humidity of the morning. The Needle from along the ridgeWe were constantly watched over by skinks and centipedes, eventually reaching a view point at the base of the distinctive ‘Needle’ rock promontory. It was slightly overcast when we got there, but we got a dazzling view across the surrounding peaks, including Te Manga the highest peak (653m) and north to Avarua below us, as well as the west coast of the island. From our vantage point we could see the Pacific Ocean breaking on the wall of the island’s lagoon, and several fishing boats out at sea. SkinkFor a while, the path continued at altitude before descending back into the bush, and we tramped on surrounded by more skinks scurrying about our feet. Finally, after a few hours tramping, we arrived at Wigmore waterfall. This, we had been told, was a great place to take a dip after the hike. Unfortunately, the waterfall was a mere trickle, and the pool of water at it’s base was discoloured and still; not in the least bit enticing. The view from the ring roadWe parted company with our German companion at the ringroad and headed south looking for somewhere to eat. Eventually we happened upon the Saltwater Cafe in Titikaveka which quickly became my favourite cafe on the whole island. Their iced coffee was so sublime that I easily devoured a couple of them before the tasty food even arrived. After a week of being left alone, by the end of the day, I was head to foot covered in mosquito bites. Obviously my foreign blood was suddenly a lot tastier after a week of dining on local cuisine, and I spent the next 3 weeks covered in a myriad of red lumps, trying desperately not to scratch myself to pieces.

After a few uneventful days of neutering animals and tending to wounds, a few us went to the Roadhouse Bar & Grill for some karaoke. I usually need a few drinks or to be surrounded by close friends to have the confidence to sing, but I got so swept up in the enjoyment of island life that I didn’t need too much encouragement to sing a few of my favourite songs, as well as a couple of duets with one of the other volunteers. Esther HoneyThe Roadhouse is a regular supporter of the Esther Honey Foundation, and like many people on the island, the owners were exceedingly grateful for all the work the clinic has done. Prior to 1994, there was no veterinary care on the islands, and the animals were left to breed with gusto, leading to large numbers of dogs and cats wandering loose on the island, and causing a threat to the traffic on the island. Since its inception, the clinic has treated over 34,000 sick animals, and sterilised over 13,000 animals resulting in the dog population reducing by two thirds.

Muri beachOne of my favourite days on the island was a trip to Muri to join a Captain Tamas Lagoon Cruise. Muri itself is a postcard-worthy prospect of sandy beaches, crystal blue waters, palm trees a-plenty and several motu (islands) out in the lagoon. Following a stroll along the length of the beach, accompanied by a stray beach dog who frolicked in the shallows along side me, I joined the crew for the day’s cruise. The Captain Tamas crewWe were serenaded by the team treating us to some traditional music on the polynesian ukelele and drums before we boarded the boat and headed out to the deeper part of the lagoon to go snorkeling. My previous snorkeling trips had all been in chest-deep waters, and the fish were relatively small as a result. SnorkellingIn this deeper water, the reef and the fish that lived on and around them, were bigger and more varied. In a feeding frenzyOver 40mins, I floated and paddled in awe at the giant clams and amongst the rocks and coral, and treaded water surrounded by shoals of colourful fish. The Trevelli were huge, and at one point I ended up in the middle of a feeding shoal of fish darting all around my face. On the MotuAfter the snorkeling, the boat took us to one of the motu where there was time to wander in the heat of the sun whilst our delicious lunch of fish was cooked on the BBQ. After the delicious food, the crew treated us to a demonstration on climbing palm trees to obtain a coconut, followed by how to dehusk and milk it. Playing the drumsAfter that was an amusing take on sarong tying and finally more music as we boarded the boat back to Muri where I watched the sun drop low accompanied by yet another beach dog who seemed to like the company. I jumped off the bus at the Crown Beach Resort to enjoy a cocktail at sunset prior to heading back to the clinic. All in all, it was a fantastic and very memorable day.

 

 

 

MangoAfter a few more days working in the clinic, we had a group night out to Kikau Hut for dinner. The food was delicious, and the cocktails were ace, but it was still a great joy to come back to the clinic and spend the evening cuddling kittens. One kitten in particular, named Mango, had grabbed the hearts of many of the volunteers. She had been nursed from a very young age, and was full of character. She seemed to think of herself as a human being, enjoying our company more than the other kittens that were housed with her. That night I fell asleep on the couch with Mango fast asleep on my chest.

The next day was an interesting and exhausting one. Each Saturday morning, the Pu Nangei market ran on the edge of Avarua. It is a great place to buy local produce and crafts, and there was a lot of delicious-smelling food on offer. Unfortunately, I had eaten breakfast immediately before getting there, so I was too full to taste any of it. It was a great place to mingle with the locals, and the charity had a stall there to encourage education and awareness of animal welfare, and what the clinic does. Heading away from the market, myself and one of the other volunteers headed off on another hike on the island. This one was much more challenging, and frustratingly got the better of me. Without maps and against the advice of the tourist office due to a lack of track maintenance, we set off on the recommendation of a resident and with just a vague sense of direction. Taro plantationsThrough back roads and Taro plantations, we found the path overgrown, and had to fight through the vegetation. Inland vegetationSpiders webs spanned the track in places, their owners unnerving me as they dangled in mid-air at face height, or scurried out towards me as I broke through their webs. At one point, the track was so overgrown that I tripped over a hidden rock and bruised my bum. Eventually the trail through the valley came to an end, and the steep ascent began. In many places, the ascent was only made possible by the chains and ropes that previous hikers had set in place. 11 rope ascents later, the path was increasingly following a ridge with a sheer drop either side and the footholds were getting harder to find at times, resulting in a lot of physical power to pull myself up at times. Eventually, with exhaustion and frustrating ‘never-had-before’ vertigo, I couldn’t bring myself to go any higher. The last 4 sections we had convinced ourselves that the summit was nearing, but each time we reached the top we were greeted by another rope, and I couldn’t bare the thought of anymore rope ascents, in particular, I was worried about how dangerous it would be to go back down. Neither of us were fully trusting the ropes, unsure of when they had last been checked or replaced. The view from the ridgeAfter a breather on a ridge, we headed back down, only for me to realise how easy the descent was on the ropes and I silently kicked myself for not having made it to the summit. Near the bottom, we were caught up with by a natural historian who had been on the summit studying and photographing dragonflies. It turned out that he had put the ropes up there some 20yrs ago, and maintained them as required. He told us all about the local flora and fauna and gave us a lift back to Avarua where we enjoyed some delicious burgers and milkshakes at the Gourmet Burger Co in town. After walking back to the clinic in Nikao, I went for a lovely evening swim to watch the lagoon fishes. Sitting on the beach at dusk was when the crabs came out of the sand, ghostly pale, and scuttling in masses around the sand.

Rudolph on arrivalWe regularly received litters of abandoned kittens to either rehome or hand rear depending on their age. It was fairly normal to come home to the clinic to find a crate or a box with some kittens in them. Rudolph after a feedUsually they were weaned, or at least old enough to have their eyes open, but 3 days before Christmas, the other volunteers and myself came home from dinner to find a little kitten just a couple of days old waiting for us. He had a little red nose, and I named him Rudolph. I rose every 90mins through the night to feed him formula, and dedicated the rest of my time at the clinic to raising him. He was adorable, and so tiny and vulnerable.

After a very busy day in surgery, most of us trouped out to Staircase to enjoy a cultural evening. Working for the clinic, all of us as volunteers had been welcomed into the community with open arms, everybody grateful for the work that the clinic has done for the island. We were regularly invited out to join in local groups or nights out, and on this occasion, we had been invited to a night of traditional Pacific dancing. We enjoyed fruity cocktails and champagne whilst sweaty men and women cavorted on the stage in front of us in grass skirts. At the end of the show we headed to Whatever! bar for some dancing under the stars before heading to the main nightclub on the island, Rehab. Rehab is a mix of open air and roofed dance floors and bars, and is famous for its glow-in-the-dark vibe, as well as being the main meeting spot for the younger people on the island. It has a great vibe, but can be quite packed at times, and like everywhere else on this humid island, it is a very sweaty place. At the end of all that dancing, I got back to the clinic and took over my motherly duties with Rudolph, again rising through the night to keep him fed.

Clinic Christmas TreeSo by now it was Christmas Eve. I had spent Christmas away from my family before when I had had on call duties through my work, so being away from home was nothing new. However, we were about 10hrs behind the UK, and it was exciting to think of us as being one of the last groups of people to bring in Christmas and New Year. We had organised a feast of a Christmas dinner for all of us volunteers that were away from home over the festive season. At the last minute, we were extended an invite for Christmas dinner on the day, so we pushed forward our feast to Christmas Eve. Kitten partyAfter the normal daily duties at the clinic, and a kitten socialising party for the rehoming cats, the practice manager and those of the volunteers that had cooking skills, took over the kitchen and set about making a marvellous meal of roast chicken and pork with all the trimmings. Christmas Eve dinnerIt was absolutely delicious, and we exchanged presents and pulled crackers. The clinic was covered in decorations, and there was a tree in the living room, and despite being in the Southern Hemisphere, and it being summer, it began to feel just a little bit like Christmas. True to form, after the meal, we gathered round a laptop to watch a movie, and several people dozed off on the couch.

I had expected Christmas Day to be all about the heat and sunshine. In fact, my entire pre-trip perception of the Cook Islands was year round sunshine, and heat. I knew I was going in the rainy season, but in my head I expected 5 minutes of monsoon-style rain and then dryness. The reality was about 2 weeks of heavy downpours lasting for hours or days and the resultant humidity was insane. In fact, on Christmas Day, the sun was never to be seen. It was grey and overcast, the wind gusted intermittently and it rained on and off for the whole day. We had been extended an invitation by the High Commissioner of New Zealand who resided near Avarua, to join him and his friends for a BBQ at his house. This would be the traditional New Zealand way of spending Christmas. His house was beautiful, and his hospitality was endless. Both his family and his friends were fantastic company, and again the food was delicious, and we spent some time by the swimming pool in between the rain showers. The mosquitoes were out in full force, and I was by now used to being a red splotchy mess from all the bites that plagued my arms and legs. After a quick trip back to the clinic to tend to the animals for the evening, we headed out to the cinema in Avarua to watch the latest Twilight movie (Breaking Dawn pt1). It was an old-fashioned cinema with an intermission, and when the second half started, they forgot to turn the sound back on for a few minutes.

Rudolph sleepingOn Boxing Day, the weather was again miserable. I spent the day at the clinic tending to Rudolph and playing Bananograms (a surprisingly addictive game) with some of the other volunteers. It was a day of goodbyes as happened every now and again. With so many volunteers through the doors, there was often a day when somebody was leaving, although on the flip side, this meant there were also many days when new volunteers arrived. It was a constantly changing dynamic amongst the volunteers, and it was great meeting people from so many countries, and sharing a short part of our lives. When the weather finally broke, I took a cycle into Avarua to stretch my legs, then later several of us went to Vaima Bar & Restaurant in the south of the island. We had again been invited to a private party to celebrate the local food being used in the menu. What was listed as nibbles and drinks turned into a vast array of over 20 dishes of the most delicious canapes I had ever tasted. With the free bar in full swing, it wasn’t long before a dance-off commenced, and the evening ended in much hilarity. It often is those impromptu nights that turn out to be the best.

The following day, myself and one of the other volunteers spent the day driving round the island visiting patients, or returning them to their owners. In return for treatment, the clinic requested a monetary donation, but from some people, we got food gifts. We regularly received gifts of bread and fruit, and on one of the home visits we were presented with a batch of duck eggs. Never having eaten these before, I made a batch of scrambled eggs. They have more yolk than albumin so it was a very bright yellow dish. We had received the sad news of a poorly dog somewhere on the island. It could be the frustrating side of animal welfare on the island: if an animal wasn’t owned by somebody, it would often be ignored, even if it was clearly unwell. The news was not good. The dog had been spotted lying in the bushes, and had been seen in that position for about 2 weeks before word got to us. We had no specific location, just an area to search, and it took a good bit of tramping through the bushes and undergrowth to find him. He was so small and thin, and so wet and muddy, that we nearly overlooked him. He was soaking wet, and cold, and we had to stare very hard to see him take a breath. Only his eyes moved to acknowledge our presence, and it was very clear that he was suffering from the debilitating disease of fish (Ciguatera) poisoning. We rushed him back to the clinic to start his treatment, and fight the uphill battle to keep him alive and get him well again. It is a heart breaking disease to watch these animals suffer as they do, but with so many cases at one time, it was easy to have a happy, comfortable recovering patient to remind you why you battled so hard with the sick ones.

It had been an emotionally hard and exhausting day, and in the evening, several of us went to the Crown Beach Resort for our sunset cocktails. It was raining hard by the time we got there, so we had to stay inside for the first time, and enjoyed the live music that was playing in the bar. We were invited out for pizza by a friend that we had made on the island, and so we trouped down the road to his family’s holiday home where we enjoyed some great company by the swimming pool. After the rain cleared, we headed down to the beach and sat under the stars surrounded by thousands of scuttling crabs, enjoying some music and relaxing before several of us enjoyed a brief skinny dip in the surprisingly shallow water. Barely getting out to hip depth, it defeated the purpose, and we quickly retreated back up the crab-littered beach. We stayed out till the rain started again, heading back to the holiday home for more food.

I had been looking forward to a trip I had booked out to Aitutaki, the second most inhabited island in the Cook Islands group. It is famous for its reefs, and I couldn’t wait to go snorkelling. Rain & Wind in AitutakiUnfortunately, the bad weather prevailed, and I left a wet Rarotonga behind for a rainy and overcast Aitutaki. There was at least enough visibility to see the island as the plane approached, but rather than the clear blue waters of the lagoon, they reflected back the grey skies and looked cold and uninviting. I was collected at the airport and taken to my solitary lodge where I soaked in the silence. As much as I loved working at the clinic, I knew I wasn’t going to miss the queue for the shower or the noise of the animals waking me up in the wee hours of the morning. The lodge was beach front, and took the brunt of the howling wind coming in off the Pacific, but it still managed to remain cozy and dry. Church on AitutakiIn a lull in the driving rain and howling wind, I set off to explore the island. Even in the greyness I could appreciate the beauty and tranquility of the place. The people led a much simpler life than those on Rarotonga, and it was so calm and sedate, and so very peaceful. The east coast was littered with mangrove swamps and giant crabs that lived in between the roots. They would scuttle back into their holes as I passed. AitutakiAt the north of the island is a peninsula which has the airport at its neck, and several resorts. I paddled in the water as it lapped on the beach, and wandered along the beach soaking up the solitude. Just after I left to start the long walk back to my lodge, the heavens opened again, and I was drenched within 5 minutes. I found shelter at the Boat Shed bar & grill, where I enjoyed some marlin and a well-deserved beer, but the light was failing and I had to get back to my lodge, so eventually I set off once again. I was drenched by the time I reached the airport, but despite several offers of a lift, my stubborn streak won out, as I was determined to walk home meaning I would have walked the entire circumference of the island. I limped inside my lovely dry lodge in the gathering darkness and was fast asleep by 9pm.

I was supposed to be going on a lagoon cruise the next day to visit the reef on the lagoon and to go snorkelling. When I awoke to more gusting winds and torrential rain, I knew that that would not be happening. Sure enough, I shortly received confirmation that it was cancelled, and I was at a loose end. AitutakiLike the day before, there were lulls in the weather that gave me the chance to get outside, so I took one such opportunity to hike to the highest point of the island (a whole 120m!). I couldn’t see far out on the Pacific Ocean, but I could see out to the waves crashing on the reef at the edge of the lagoon, and up towards the airport and the peninsula that I had walked yesterday. Pacific ResortAfter some lunch at the Pacific Resort and a brief snooze, I was taken back to the airport for one of the most amazing flights I’ve ever experienced. The plane was a 14-seater Embraer Bandeirante that looked like it was straight out of the 50s. There was no stewardess, and the open cockpit meant that everything the pilots could see and did was fully visible to the passengers. As we took off in torrential rain, I knew it was going to be a great flight. The cloud formation was the most stunning natural phenomenon I have ever witnessed. There were various layers and structures to the cloud, and it was like weaving between pillars holding up a ceiling. Those ‘pillars’ were generally thick black cloud like thunder clouds, and the colours between the cloud blankets were intense, with rising cumulo-nimbus clouds in varying shades of reds, pinks and purples. About half-way through the flight, there was the most ethereal, mesmerising and stunning sunset that I have ever set eyes on, before eventually the plane was plunged into darkness. We flew alongside a storm cloud before being engulfed in one so thick that the end of the wings weren’t visible. The plane shimmied and dropped as it lunged from air pocket to air pocket, and it was interesting to watch the pilots tweak the controls on the panel to compensate. Eventually we came out the other side, and shortly after as I watched the cockpit instruments, the island of Rarotonga appeared on the screen, before appearing in all its twinkling glory out the window. It was amazing to get the pilot’s view as they lined up their final approach and followed the runway lights home to the terminal. I hurried home to the clinic to see Rudolph who had been in the care of one of the other volunteers whilst I was away. At about a week old by now, I was ecstatic to discover that his right eye had just started to open, and out stared a little blue iris.

RudolphBy the morning, his left eye was starting to open as well. The clinic was exceedingly busy, and I was exhausted by the end of it all, but as it was my last Friday on the island, it didn’t take much persuading to go to Whatever! bar for a dance under the stars. The following day was Hogmanay, and my first time out of the country at this time of year, never mind in a different Hemisphere. By the time we all set off for dinner and drinks, it was already New Years day in Scotland, and my family would be fast asleep after bringing in the Bells. We painted ourselves in glo-paint in preparation for a night at Rehab then headed to the beach at Muri for the midnight fireworks display. New Year's fireworksIt was a good mix of tourists and locals alike, and whilst being a relatively small crowd (compared to street parties in big cities), it was enjoyable none the less, and the fireworks over the lagoon were a joy. Due to drinking laws on a Sunday though, the New Years parties got curtailed and everywhere shut up very swiftly after midnight. In the end, we headed back to the clinic, and we spent the first hour of the new year marvelling at Rudolph with his newly-opened eyes.

Every Monday evening, the local Hash House Harriers organises a Hash, or fun run. On my last Monday on the island, it was a toga-themed run so I dutifully tied my sarong around myself like a toga, and 3 of us headed off to join in. The High Commissioner of New Zealand was one of the main members, and he mocked me and the other British volunteer for our ridiculous sunburn patterns. That afternoon I had gotten caught out in the sunshine whilst showing some visitors around the clinic, and I was brewing a lovely red pattern across my face and chest. After the run, which was really more of a brisk walk with some locals, we were treated to a beer for our efforts. In recognition of our terrible sunburn, the 2 of us were nominated to wear a toilet seat around our necks whilst skulling a pint of beer. I’m not a fan of beer at the best of times, so needless to say I was last, but we got the moment immortalised with a photo.

On my last day off duty before leaving, the weather had returned to an overcast and windy day. A couple of us had booked a reef sub tour, and whilst we waited for the call to say it was cancelled, it never came, so we set off for Avarua in the drizzle and dutifully turned up at the harbour. After negotiating the waves at the harbour entrance, it became apparent that there was a stronger swell out at sea than was first apparent. The boat rocked from side to side, and the underwater viewing area jolted dramatically above and below the water line. Maitai's BoilerHeading out to the deeper waters where the wreckage of the Maitai provides a home for giant Trevelli and other large species of fish, we sat in the underwater chamber watching the fish swim by, fighting the urge to be sick as the boat rolled and rocked on the waves. Despite this, it was an amazing view, and it was amazing to see the ship’s boilers emerge out of the gloom, and to see how the wreckage had been claimed by the coral life. If it hadn’t been for the developing nausea, I could have stayed there and viewed it all day, but both of us were starting to feel the negative effects of all that bucking, so it wasn’t long before the trip was curtailed and we headed back to the harbour. The beachThat afternoon, I headed out with another volunteer and a friend to go kayaking. Rarotonga from the ReefWe kayaked across the lagoon and out to the waves as they crashed against the reef edge. By now the sun was out, and the view back towards the island was beautiful. We headed back to shore and to the Rarotongan to enjoy their swimming pool. The boys had decided to get a fish bowl cocktail, which I assumed we would share, but when I came out of the toilet at the hotel, I was presented with my own fish bowl, as they had decided to get one each. I should have known better, but it made for another fantastic impromptu afternoon.

Rudolph after bathMy last day working at the clinic came and went. RudolphI spent as much time with Rudolph as possible, watching him explore the surroundings that he could now see, and watching his little ears respond to the sounds that he could now start to hear. I took my last swim in the lagoon, but the current and tide was kicking up a lot of sediment and I was getting pushed against the rocks so I gave up very quickly. By way of a farewell to me, we all went out for dinner at Bamboo Jacks then onto Hidie’s for an immensely enjoyable session of karaoke. It was a surreal moment to sit in a bar in the middle of the south Pacific to listen to some islanders singing the Proclaimers song ‘500 miles’. From there, we went to Whatever! bar and finally onto Rehab for my last experience at nightlife island style. It was a fantastic night, but also a sad one as I knew I would be heading off tomorrow on my next adventure.

Leaving my markOn that last day on the island, it rained for hours, which is probably just as well because it took me several panicked attempts to get my backpack to close. I wasn’t aware that I had bought a lot of stuff, and indeed had less stuff than I had arrived with as I had brought a lot of supplies for the clinic, but it did not want to close! The clinic was very busy, so everybody was out and about, and I spent a lot of time with Rudolph again, giving him a bath, and generally sticking a camera in his face every time he moved. Eventually though, the time came, and having left my mark on the outside of the clinic, I headed to the airport for the long wait, and the flight to Auckland. Before I knew it, I had crossed the International Date Line, and the next chapter of my new life in the Southern Hemisphere had begun.

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