Getting out of Norfolk Island proved very difficult. We got lucky during our stay and didn’t have to move Moana once during the week of presentations and meetings with local stakeholders.

The day our film crew flew out the wind started. By the next morning, when it came time to pack up all of our equipment from shore, we weren’t left with a choice.

We quickly dropped CJ ashore, and commenced on an island tour seeking shelter from the storm.

4 days went by where our only option for getting to and from land was through a macking south swell pounding the shores of Anson Bay.

Then it was calm, real calm.

Our passage was slow for the most part, but much like a couple years ago, once Moana could smell the south pacific islands she picked up speed and flew towards the southern most island of Vanuatu, Anatom.

Lush mountains abound, coral gardens at every corner, steady trades out of the SE, numerous volcanoes spotted through the archipelago and garbage garbage everywhere.

Getting back to these islands, for me, is a peace I cant explain. Too long in western countries over the previous year had made me distant from the cause, and left wondering if our program had any real need.

The life is simpler here, yet their struggles to handle first world problems are apparent. Only 1 generation ago there was little to no waste. Everything grew on trees, or came from the sea. Then it all went back to where it once came in a natural flow.

Now, this country is littered with plastic bags, food packaging on every shore, and in the more populated areas layers upon layers of plastics discarded change the once stunning scenery.

Being that our program is more focused on solutions, IE: Local processing and closed loop systems, we were welcomed. I get the feeling all too many have passed through these shores and taken the preaching route, instead of offering something as an alternative.

The look on people’s eyes when we explained, and SHOWED them that all this waste clogging their once pristine homeland carries value. The game had changed, a light had come on, and the future looked slightly brighter.

There’s a lot to do in Vanuatu, we sailed from the South to mid north and enjoyed many special encounters en-route. For anything to be effective here, a lot needs to happen. There is ZERO waste management in place and the countries economy isn’t getting better fast. Once a dependant of the UK and French, the people of Vanuatu opted for independence many moons ago. Though this has left them in financial strife, with little to no help emerging in harmony with the first world, they seem happy. It is the happiest place on earth, so you’d hope so.

Other than offering our technology and experience in the field, there wasn’t much to achieve here. I was left feeling dis-empowered yet re-ignited on to why I have dedicated to this journey in life. Something needed to change, and a whole new approach must be taken.

As we set to sea once again, bound for Fiji, we had no indication of what was to come. I had visited Fiji earlier in the year with hopes of actually implementing commercial applications on plastic processing, with it being operational by the time of arrival. Yet it was not to be.

In short, no plan for Fiji was made prior. Yet when we arrived, that song carried a different tune : )