Monday was a work day.
By this time we were pretty comfortable in our roles for what we were there to do. Not much to say about that day, except that we did have a great view of the airport and we spent lunchtime doing some plane spotting.
One day, I can’t remember if it was the Monday or the Tuesday, a plane landed during our lunchtime and we got to see the passengers disembark, the plane get inspected and cleaned, a different group of passenger board, and the plane take off, all within around an hour and a half. It was quite fun to watch the entire thing from beginning to end. Interestingly, I don’t recall seeing the plane actually getting refuelled. I’m guessing they travel to Tonga with enough to get back.
The evening was much like the last except after dinner we went outside for a spell. I was captivated by how remote we were. Here we are, in the middle of the Pacific, on an island far away from home, and actually quite far from major urban centres. And despite this, it felt peaceful. The moon was bright and the sky was blanketed with stars. I suggested to my boss that we should go for a little drive. He agreed, although he was a little unsure as to why. We exited the hotel, turned right and headed north towards the crossroads of Tuku’Aho road, but then decided to go back after that. But even though it was brief, the drive was still lovely.