St Paddies Day

Vanuatu: it seems to be a never-ending stream of parties, if you're that way inclined (and open with your definition of party). Saint Paddies day was the next big event on the social calender. With this in mind, I had procured various Guinness paraphernalia whil back in NZ and with Jess returning from a week in Vila, we decided to hold the party at her place.

So in the finest traditions of anyone with a lil'bit of Irish in them, we brough a slice of the emerald isles to the islands of paradise (that being Vanuatu bien sur!). All the major players in the 20-30 something expats were present:
- Bearded Peace Corps, straight from the bush (which showed by the exploits of one in particular, who obviously hadn't had a drink or contact with women for a while!)
- The aquamarine boys, one of whom happened to be Irish: fancy that!
- The Baby Docs
- The Aussie Vol
- The Kiwi Vol
- Andrew: the newbie kiwi realestate fulla

I'll leave it to your discretion as to which category of the 3M's (ie Missionary, Mercenary or Misfit) we all fit into.

So with a bit of U2 pumping (I had also brought back an Irish cd, unfortunately it was not the rousing jigs I'd anticipated but the kind of celtic music your nana would knit to) we had a jolly old time of it into the wee(ish) hours of the morning.

Post party musigs at a local hotel and a swim at Beachfront and Matevulu Blue Hole rounded off the weekend!