The last part of my Pacific adventure awaited me in New Caledonia. Brother Kapeliele, with whom I spent some time in Valais, was there to pick me up. If the real Wild West has survived anywhere, it is in New Caledonia. A huge piece of land, a few people spread out on it, cattle, mining, “white men”, Kanaks… and beautiful nature. And Brother Kapeliele did everything possible to engrave this huge island deep in my memory. Noumea, La Foa, Bourail, Madeleine, Ouano. And also the nickel mines of Goro. Well, many beautiful corners of the world also have their dark corners. A day trip to Ile des Pins was a nice experience, but the next day on Ouvea Lalo prepared me for a much better one. A nice Protestant elder named Simona appeared out of nowhere, picked me up on the way and allowed me to spend a wonderful day with his family… and he was very relieved to hear that I was Czech (even mentioned something about football) and not French. Better stay away from politics sometimes.
2009 South Pacific, New Caledonia