My few memories of Gan going out were:- the 'termites' in the bread.  When I said that I was not prepared to eat the bread I was told that the only alternative was to starve.  Another recollection was whilst having a drink in the bar I was asked as a newcomer whether I had  noticed anything different about some of the blokes - I said not really, but evidently because there were no women the obvious was evidently happening, even with nude bathing on one of the beaches.  I visited Fedu/Maradu and after mounting the rusty old lorry to cross the causeway.  I met an Irishman whose name I can't recall but it could have been Pat, who was supervising the building of huts or small prefabricated houses for the locals - can anyone recall his actual name?