Friday 2nd November.

39 days to go.

This is the bar/dining room at fatboys.

Well, after picking up Mrs gusonthego yesterday and now, things keep happening in that simple Solomons style. We went out to the prison for dinner. After a very long day of travel an early night is required. We have our accommodation at fatboys in Gizo for Friday and Saturday. We are unsure as to the Sunday night prior to returning home on Monday afternoon.

At 0930 I received a phone call from work to tell me that the flight at 1200 had been cancelled and the next flight will be at 1630. So we just had to sit around the pool and fill in some time. We had some lunch and went out for a drive to Visale. We returned to the King Sol to pick up our gear for the weekend. The King Sol also own the Gizo Hotel so we have booked into the Gizo hotel for Sunday night, at least we now have accommodation.

We then drove into work and pick up Tweety who will drive us to the airport. We arrived as instructed, 1 hour prior to the flights departure. We saw a couple of familiar faces, a couple of women from the King Sol who came in on the same flight as Mrs gotg. We also shared the flight with 17 boxes of cheeping chicks. We were told that the flight will also have another stop prior to Gizo. It is about 32 deg C. there is no breeze. Despite warnings Mrs gotg needs to go to the toilet. The toilet has never been flushed she tells me, it is not hard to believe; I can smell it and I have not been within 20 metres of it.

As the plane is small, there is no toilet on board, but DO NOT USE THE TOILETS AT THE DOMESTIC TERMINAL AT HONIARA AIRPORT.

I cannot make any other suggestion than to reduce liquid intake. We make it past the take off time. Another 30 minutes standing around in the heat and it is time to go. The flight is full. We depart at 1700 and once in the air the air condition kicks in and we get some relief. After 90 minutes in the air, we land at Gizo. We are met by Grant, the owner of fatboys. We walk down to the jetty and hop on the boat for a 15 minute trip to the resort. It turns out that Grants parents live in the next suburb to us in Perth. We go to our bungalow and quickly unpack, have a shower and get to the bar for a couple of Gin and Tonics and a great, but very large, evening meal.