Wuvulu, remembered well
Was a Douglas pilot based in Vanimo, the boss was an Australian married to a Wuvulu lady. Great guy who would 'shout' the pilots beers at the local.
Remembered the 'special weekend charters' to Wuvulu. Talair with one Twin-otter and a drum of kero, myself in a Douglas BN2, leaving Saturday afternoon, returning first thing Monday.
The snorkeling around the reef was first class.
One night went out at night to catch coconut crabs. The beach had plenty of coconut crabs on the rocks, swear you were on another planet. Return to base with the ute tray with crabs and three personal, including myself, on the back, that is until we have to navigate the only Y intersection on the island, at which stage the tray, crabs and 'pirates' were tip into the bush. Our toes were safe because the locals had tied the crabs up with vine!
The owner of the ute stayed up all night to repair the tray after we were dropped off.
Was told the the locals were Polynesian, with there long straight hair. The Melanesian had missed the Island in the big migration due to the low lying nature of the Islands.