January 9th, 2005

Yaté is a small village on the southern tip of New Caledonia, on the eastern coast.

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Nouméa to Yaté

The road to Yaté takes us through several different kinds of landscapes...

I was always fascinated by the soil in New Caledonia. Here is one of the many types of soil we saw.

Lac Yaté
A 40km2 artificial lake created by a dam, un-surprisingly called "Barrage de Yaté" (Yaté Dam).

Lac Yaté, and the dam in the back.

Stéphane, above Lake Yaté.

The road from Nouméa to Yaté, around Lac Yaté.

The Village of Yaté

Divided in two by a river, Yaté is a small green village of about 1500 souls. This is the place where we had our first contact with kanak people, the indegenous people of this land before Europeans settled in.

The final descent into Yaté.

Small tropical school.

Buildings part of the school above.

Small faré for rent.

North of Yaté

We were looking for a beach to stop for lunch. We were lured by the coconut trees we saw North of Yaté on our way down from the mountain. But we couldn't find any beach, any sandy beach that is. So we stopped at this location (see also next picture). It turned out that Yaté has been mined a lot and is the victim of a lot of erosion. So everything is covered with red mud: the road, the shore, the water, etc.

From left to right: Layla, Stéphane, Julien, and Joël.
We met Julien and his daughter Layla while having lunch. They had their house very close to where staying for lunch, and were walking to the general store. Kanak people being very polite (they wave at you even when you, a complete stranger, drive by them), it was easy to engage into a conversation. We ended up offering to drive them, since the store was about 2 to 3 kms away.
The general store, and their tenants.

Big coconut tree field surrounding the general store.


... And Stéphane.

South of Yaté to Goro

The road to Goro was sometimes a bit rough for our tiny Renauld Twingo, being closer to a dirt/mud road than anything else. But we made it to Goro...

Another faré in Goro.