At the airport in Tanna I found the vehicle that was supposed to transport me to the Sunrise Bungalows on the other side of the island. It turned out to be a pickup truck with a covered canopy and some bench seats in the back.
Down the road we went headed for the other side of the island. This was the best road that I encountered the entire time I was on Tanna. Everything else was a bit less civilized.
Lots of people were walking along the sides of the road.
Bumping along in the back of the pickup.
The main village on Tanna.
Buying fuel for the trip over the mountains.
Shortly before we were going to head up the road toward the other side of the island, the truck developed a funny noise. Rather than risk being broken down halfway to the hotel and without mobile phone coverage on most of the island, we stopped and waited for a different truck to come. I should also point out that just before the fuel station I was changed into a different truck with other tourists who were also heading to the Sunrise Bungalows.
A stop sign made out of the bottom of an old 55 gallon oil drum.
The island’s football stadium and horse track.
Climbing up over the mountains.
These trees were all over the island.
We stopped to buy some produce so that there would be food for us to eat.
Looking up the island.
It’s hard to tell but this is one heck of a steep descending grade.
The volcano in the distance.
A concrete road put in during World War II by the American forces.
A panoramic view of the island.
The road got progressively worse.
We then had to cross a large ash plain downwind from the volcano.
Ash billowing out the top of the volcano.
We came to a river crossing through the ash.
River crossing.
Driving through the jungle.