Anyhow, my point is that the "brousse" is really that-- the bush, in varying degrees of third-world-ishness and disconnection from "the grid."
We spent two days "en tribu" (staying in a tribal village) in the tribe of Werap, in Hienghene. On the third day way drove allllll the way to the "bout de la Calédonie," the very northern tip of the island, and stayed in a cute, rustic hotel/resort-y thing in the hamlet of Poum. More description to come, but i'll just say that Renault Twingos are not really meant to drive on unsealed roads.
We happened to be staying in Werap while the tribu was hosting a meeting of women from around the Northern Province (there to discuss women's health issues). For some reason this included a "defilé" or fashion show.
Here are our accommodations:
And the local scenery:

in my professional opinion, the women's health meeting = fashion show makes total sense, melanesianistically. the self on the skin! c'mon!
ReplyDeleteSo true. Also, i should have paid more attention to their "elbows."
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