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If French Polynesia had a child with Papua New Guinea, the result would be the very place I’m currently in the midst of, lurking through its cracks and crevices. Our transport is a floating 4 star hotel, 75ft of steel, diesel engines and hard labour, two years in the making. Looking slightly out of place on our floating Marriott we plan to island hop for seven weeks, search for waves and document. Some say it’s a stab in the dark. We don’t even know if there are any waves here. What I initially thought would be a regular boat charter is becoming a haven for some of the most breathtaking and in-depth images I have ever taken. What’s laid out in front of me is a photographers dream. Volcanoes, storms, wildlife, islands, villages, this place has got it all.