This little gem in the Solomon Islands sits in a beautiful and historic part of our emerald world. But best of all, Tulagi’s people are very friendly–in spite of the Great War that raged around them 75 years ago.
But before we look at some more of these great, but very poor people, how about a quick look around this little jungle island?
But when you think about it, it’s me that’s separating these people and their jungle island. So how about we just watch all of this in its peaceful, poor, rich, hot and humid existence together?
This Japanese seaplane was moored at an offshore airbase just off the Tulagi coast. An American air attack sunk it into 30 meters of water in 1942. 
What a stark contrast this wet, fish, coral world is to the dry pyramids of Egypt. Or the grand remains of Ancient Rome. Yet a thought remains–the dry remains of Egypt and Rome remain that–dry, lifeless and vague reminders of things past.
But these sunken aircraft, these same reminders of the great egos that made war and monuments to war, these sunken aircraft are different from the dry pyramids and dry Roman ruins. These sunken aircraft are homes to life. And in the process this life slowly dissolves the evidence of past outrages of human behaviour.
Instead, nature, the sea, and all its family have happily occupied the gun turrets, propellers and wings of what what were birds of war. Now we have a happy underwater place where no one thinks about that other oversea world where people engage in war.