This was the 14th post (Day 14) of an entire year-long series, which I named ‘Project 365′. The idea was simple enough: travel for a full year and document every day of it, in the form of a daily picture and poem. I am still working on a book of this year-long travel, but till then, enjoy all the posts here. You can check out the daily posts in the details below or jump to the final day of the project by clicking here.
15th July 2014 – Efate, Vanuatu
The blade dangled by his side, like a third arm. As ruthless swings ran a relay, like some vintage reel. But it’s not just rusty steel that can cause you harm. Even smiles do hurt. But they always do heal.
I have just 2 more days left in Vanuatu, so finally decided to gather the courage to try some Kava, which is the only legalised narcotic drink that I know of. Some friends told me that it tastes revolting. That the smell was disgusting. And that it causes liver damage. Oh, have I told you I love these kind of stuff?
Most Kava bars open at 4 PM in Vanuatu, so I went to one a little ride away from Port Vila – at 3 PM. Not that I am eager to try this stuff, but I wanted to watch the process of making it. And the guys are the kava bar were so obliging. First they cut the roots into small pieces. Then, crushed it in a special machine. Then poured water, and squished it with their hands. And then filtered the kava juice, which is what we drink. I tried one cup. The taste was horrendous!! So, I tried 2 more.
The taste got better after that.