We arrived in the Solomon Islands on the 22nd of May, 2014. I remember the warm, humid air pressing down on me from the very first step out of the plane and the dusty and rubbish-covered streets. They were potholed so all the cars had to drive in a zig-zag to dodge the holes. There were huts on the side of the road, simple and unstable. It really is like a different world.
Our main project was on another Island called Isabel. We stayed ten days in a lovely village called Vulavu and one more week in a small village called Kolokofa. There was hardly any electricity and no toilets other than a hole in the ground or some timbers over a river to do our business, so it definitely turned out to be quite the new experience for all of us. We tried to support the locals the best we could by bringing water tanks and picking up rubbish in the villages but I think what they appreciated most was the fact that we brought bits of culture from all around the world to their small and isolated village.
It was a great experience to see the island life with my own eyes and actually live it myself. People there do not have the luxuries we take as a given in our homes but still seem to be happy and content with their lives. I will always cherish the relationships I made there and will never forget what I experienced on that small group of islands, the Solomon Islands.