Solomon Islands are an independent state of South Pacific consisting of six large and approximately nine hundred small islands. A former British colony, the islands were the scene of one of the deadliest naval battles of the Second World War between the US and the Japanese fleet. The seabed between the island Guadalcanal which currently hosts the capital Honiara and the surrounding islands, are spread with wrecks of the bloody conflict while the straits are now known as “Ironbottom sound”.
The friendly Solomon islanders live in a slow, relaxed pace while only a few kilometers away from the capital, all the comforts of Western civilization are absent.
Betel nut chewing is a habit here too, but not that much like neighboring Papua New Guinea (see particular page)
Guadalcanal. The largest island maintains the greater contrast. On the one hand, the modern capital of Honiara with many small shops, banks and casinos while on the rest of the island, hut villages are hardly connected by the only dirt road. If you’re expecting to find “postcard” style beaches you’ll probably be disappointed. But if you explore a while, you’ll find your own exclusive piece of paradise and the warm and rich sea life of the island will reward you.
Tulagi. A very small island, two hours away from Honiara. Despite its size, it was the capital of the British protectorate. The beaches are not particularly beautiful for swimming, but the sight of debris from the war wrecks is unique. Taking a boat you will meet reefs full of colorful fish and many places for diving. The neighboring Nggela largest island has very few inhabitants, but the village we visited rewarded us a unique experience of the islanders’ lives, with countless blond kids yelling in joy, celebrating the arrival of the “white people” in the village.
Savo. An island-volcano, overgrown by dense jungle. Solitary huts, the smoke of a cooking fire and a couple of settlements mark human existence here. Despite the inaccurate information, the island is the most beautiful in the area, surrounded by endless beaches and pods of hundreds dolphins playing with passing boats. The children of the village took us to the point where volcanic vapors created an eerie sight, while the boiling water of the river was used to cook the daily meal.