Volcano Tour: Our guide is the chief.

In 20 12, Hongliang and I started a couple trip. At the last stop of that year, we came to Vanuatu in the South Pacific, where the Marum volcano was called the "Gate of Heaven". Here we successfully challenged the rope drop of the active crater and became the first China team to complete the rope drop here.

This life-threatening journey is full of difficulties and excitement. The acquaintance with Joyce, an indigenous tour guide, also brought many interesting and warm moments.

The guide is a tribal chief.

Is it a blessing or a curse?

After landing in Port Vila, the capital of Vanuatu, our tour guide Pascal told us that he would not go to the volcano with us. The reason is that in Vanuatu, which has a colonial history of 100 years, the aborigines still don't like whites. But he helped us contact Joyce, the guide who took us to the volcano. This man is the leader of the local aborigines, and the island where marum volcano is located belongs to him. Whether his people or we foreigners go to the island, all the power of life and death is under his control.

"To conquer marum volcano, you need to conquer the local aborigines first. Otherwise, they will give you darts and swords and finally throw your body into the volcano. " Pascal, the tour guide, said solemnly.

Pascal told us that a group of New Zealanders were hunted down by the aborigines in Ambri because they desecrated the volcano and desecrated the indigenous totems and gods.

Before I arrived at the indigenous guide tribe, I always wondered what kind of people they were and whether they still lived a life of eating and drinking blood. Will they surround us with bows and spears? Will they allow us to go to marum volcano? Joyce, in particular, will have long hair, a mask, a grass skirt and animal bones embedded in her body? My mind is full of troubles.

It was not until we came to the tribe and saw the true face of Joyce that I was relieved a little. A middle-aged man in his thirties, with a kind face and wearing a hip-hop outdoor sportswear, is completely a modern urbanite. But the rest is similar to what we imagined: wearing a straw hat and covered with leaves. Everyone is barefoot.

We greet everyone with a smile, because we firmly believe that sincerity and smile are the universal language in the world. Joyce came up to chat with us. He is very talkative. Although our English level is not high, I found from the communication with him that he is a very open-minded person. Gestures, atmosphere. He told us that he and his people are very friendly people, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, guarding this jungle.

We found some small gifts for them, but they were not interested in these impractical gifts. Just when we were embarrassed, they offered to ask if they could give us a cigarette, took out a cigarette and handed it out quickly. Later, I learned that cigarettes are a luxury here. The aborigines were very happy and smoked one after another. In less than an hour, we established a preliminary friendly relationship with two cigarettes.

Tribal leaders help us realize our dreams.

Joyce told us that marum volcano is the entrance to heaven. If someone dies in this volcano, the soul will pass through this volcano and enter heaven.

After seeing the crater, we understood why it was called "the gate of heaven". The magnificent Marum is enough to eclipse all languages.

The bodies of all the chiefs of the Yamashita tribe were sent to the volcano, including Joyce's father. Many years later, he will also be buried in the volcano.

Joyce walked to the corner of our camp, worshiped devoutly in front of an altar with cows' heads and skulls, and read a few words in Bislama. Joyce said that the skull of the tauren is the totem of their group. This is posted by his father, who was praying for us just now.

The typhoon came before we recovered from the impact caused by the spectacular volcano. We hastily set up a tent under the pouring acid rain. At that time, we didn't know that we would be with acid rain for the next 8 days.

We were soaked in the biting wind and rain for five days. Joyce lives and eats with us. Every time I cook, I always let Joyce eat with them first. Meanwhile, Joyce couldn't hold on. He offered to go down the mountain. Joyce also suggested that we go down first. He is afraid that the wind will continue to increase and we may be blown into the crater. After careful consideration, we decided to stay and agreed with Joyce that they would come back when the typhoon weakened.

Joyce kept his promise and returned to the volcano on the fifth day, but although the weather was better than the previous days, it was still not a good time for the rope to land. Joyce has always advised us not to take risks. After several days of getting along, we respect each other and take care of each other. Joyce said, "I think you China people are good people. I don't want a few newly-made friends to have an accident because of this volcano. "

After two days of investigation, we decided to give it a try. Seeing us firmly, Joyce didn't say anything more, but silently helped us finish all the work.

Of course, the rope falling process is still quite thrilling, so I won't go into details here. But in the end, I raised a flag with China on it in marum volcano.

Joyce was also happy for us and warmly shook hands and hugged us. In his view, we have accomplished a task that he thought impossible.

We are brothers.

We are brothers.

The day of going down the mountain finally arrived, but the helicopter that picked us up could not land because of the weather. This means that we have to bring equipment or wait for the weather to improve before the helicopter will pick us up. When faced with difficulties, Joyce offered to take us down the mountain and let tribal members go up the mountain to help us carry our luggage. This is not the duty of a guide, but he fought bravely for us. Last time, his father and his men stopped the exploration in New Zealand.

It took seven hours to climb nine mountains and several puddles, and finally returned to Ambry village in Joyce.

At night, the villagers dressed up and stood in the "square" of the village waiting for us and held a welcoming ceremony for us. Joyce said that we successfully went down the volcano and came out again. We are soldiers, but we are also their friends and guests. So everyone welcomed us with a crazy hula celebration. In fact, they have been waiting for seven hours.

Everyone also presented us with Kabbah, which only adult men in the tribe can drink, and gave us a big meal. Joyce said, "You conquered the holy mountain. In our eyes, you are heroes and warriors. " Say that finish, heroic made the first.

Joyce called his son to me and pointed at him and said, "From today on, my son is your son!" " "

I'm a little flattered and don't know how to answer this question. Joyce continued, "My daughter is your daughter and my wife …" He paused. Are we too drunk? He smiled cunningly, pointed to Hongliang and said, "It's your sister."

I haven't realized what's going on yet. Is this michel platini worship? Joyce added: "We have friendship, we are brothers. After drinking Kawa, we have a heart. " After that, Joyce put his hand on my chest and said that he had just discussed with his family and that he would give me a surname. From now on, we are a family.

"We are brothers!" Joyce squeezed my hand and said this sentence easily, but it was more like an oath to me.

Joyce told us the story of New Zealanders. New Zealand is very close to Vanuatu. Almost every year, people come to give some money to the village and then pull some indigenous people to work as porters. They have an excessive sense of superiority, have no respect for the aborigines, and are bossing around like waiters. When you are on the mountain, you throw rubbish everywhere, even into the volcano. The most unbearable thing is that they kicked down the totem of the indigenous people-the cow head bone.

I left them all the tents, ropes and things needed in the village. Joyce was very happy when she got the generator and asked me, "Have you ever seen a black beach?" He took me out of the village and saw a large beach full of black sand, which was beautiful.

Joyce said, "This beach, all you can see now, is yours." My brother gave me a beach. He promised that he would build a house for us on the beach when we went again.

Before leaving, Joyce said, "People who can speak Chinese are the best people in the world."

In people's minds, aborigines are primitive and barbaric. Joyce, on the other hand, gave us his flesh-and-blood, affectionate and just side.