With Wogasia only a couple of weeks away I thought it was time to share a former participants experience. It is long and detailed but I think you will find it very interesting. Cathy and I are still using each other for reality checks: yes, the Wogasia really did happen.
At least I took a few notes. It started on Saturday morning, 28 May. Minor hassles at the airport, fortunately not affecting me, then our little plane seated maybe 18? What looked like half the village was there to meet us and carry our bags down the hill and across to the other side of the island.
We were assured they really wanted to do this for us oh yeah! The path was not steep but it was long and non-wheelable, and in any case I learned later that our porters were kin to our Santa Catalina hosts so of course there was the honour to consider. There was only a gentle swell and it was only about 20 minutes or so but Cathy and I were down the back, low in the water, so we had our first drenching for the weekend.
Fair foretaste. Santa Catalina. Gorgeous good-natured fun. And then there was the formal welcome by one of the older chiefs in full traditional warrior attire. Hmmm β¦.
And so to us. As he called out each of our names we stepped forward, the head of our host family emerged from the crowd, and everyone applauded as we shook hands. Of course I did behave myself appropriately.
