Home, Sweet Home
We’ve moved in already! Into a big wooden house on top of a hill; high enough to avoid flooding and tsunamis, solid-ish in case of earthquakes, and fenced and barbed when the zombie apocalypse hits.
We live on the top floor which has three bedrooms: one for us, one for our flatmate, and one for our true friends that visit us.
The house also comes with beds, dining and lounge suite, washing machine, and a machete (standard whiteware in the Solomon Islands?).
Although we kept our expectations low and were bracing ourselves for bucket showers, happy to say we have a fully functioning shower and a flushing toilet.
Actually that’s a lie. ‘Mostly functioning’ because we’ve already had two water cuts.
Even though we’re on town supply of undrinkable water, the house comes with a tank which is drinkable and has proven it’s worth as a make-do shower during water cuts if you don’t mind the mozzies and frogs.
The best part of this house is the view. Can’t see much of Chinatown at the bottom of the maunga, but you can see town and Honiara harbour.
This is where breakfast coffee happens. All we need now are frens for afternoon drinks and stori.