Leaving Guadalcanal, for Munda, and the Agnes Lodge. The airport for national flights was far from pristine, but upon our return, it was the best of the three we visited. Interesting how perspecitives change as we went along. Todd and I sat outside the terminal (shack), where there was a bit of a draft, while Dru sat inside, monitoring the departures, since the PA system was non existent. Two ladies, of questionable diet and sanitary standards, sat a bench or so away, and digested a street vendors fish, that by all signs of flies and smell would have probably killed either of us. We were sure they would end up next to us, and the smell of "BO" was everywhere, through the entire trip. I even think with daily showers, I started smelling like the locals. It is a smell one does not get use to, ever. This flight actually had air conditioning, and for the one or so hour aloft, it was nice. Dru ended up sitting next to a candidate Politician. The 42 day campaigning had just begun, reason for the Australian government to have a travel advisory out for a "don't travel" zone to the Solomons. Oh great, where was our US notice! Oh, but wait, the UN was monitoring the elections - RIGHT. We saw two French "Observateurs" hired by the UN sitting at the Bar for two solid days on Munda monitoring - Wine. What a farce. Arms are now folded, and Todd in the back of my head, is saying shut up Dad! So I close on this one.
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