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Funafuti, Tuvalu

Funafuti
September 21 - October 6
Position: 08°30.94' S 179°11.57' E




Our passage from Savusavu, Fiji to Funafuti, Tuvalu must've been okay, because I don't really remember it much!  We made good time and there were a couple of squalls, but on the whole the four nights passed quickly and without much ado.  It was nice buddy boating with Island Sonata; always reassuring to see another set of sails nearby.  Not being able to slow down enough we arrived at the Funafuti atoll around four in the morning and had to heave-to outside the atoll while we waited for enough light to get us through the pass.

We already knew the two other boats that were there, and they provided us with lots of great information about the atoll and surrounding area.  The first thing we noticed was the dramatic increase in temperature!  Even the water temp was up, hovering around 87 degrees.

We were anchored near the main part of the atoll, Fongafale Islet.  The Islet is only 12 km long and between 10 and 400 m wide with well over 4,000 residents.  Our Lonely Planet Guide reported a density of about 1600 people per sq km on Funafuti!!!  The entire country totals only 26 sq km, making it one of the world's smallest countries.

Toddy:  Although known as Kiribati's local brew, it is also popular in Tuvalu; filling the niche of the kava drunk on other Pacific Islands.  Toddy is basically  fermented sap tapped from the coconut tree.

We spent our first two days in Funafuti relaxing and getting a feel for the town and area.  There are two main roads, running parallel for about 1.2 km before joining up on either side and then continuing along a single, narrow road.  Although there are three main markets, a bakery, and one restaurant, fresh food of any sort is practically nonexistent (it's an atoll after all!).  We did enjoy a few decent meals at the restaurant though.  It didn't take long before our favorite thing to do was visit the Government building.  An impressive three story, mostly glass building, hosting a variety of official offices ... but most importantly the building is air conditioned!  The people of Funafuti were quite friendly, although we noticed they tended to keep to themselves more so than the Fijians and other South Pacific Islander's we had visited.  It also seemed as though the local drink, Toddy, might be a bit of a problem here; we ran across many a drunk man at all hours of the day.   (Extracting Toddy pictured right)

The most activity seemed to occur in the early morning or late afternoon (outside the hours of the heat of the day); where we enjoyed watching the locals zoom around on their mopeds.  The other thing that stood out to us was their grave sites; most existing in the front of people's homes and extravagantly decorated with flowers, shells, fabrics, tinsel, and even flashing twinkle lights that glowed through the night!

On Friday (Sept 23rd) we rented bicycles (called pushbikes here) and road the entire length of Fongafale Islet along with MJ & John from Island Sonata.  While the flat paved roads made for easy riding, the blazing sun wore us out.  By the end of the day we were ready to collapse.  Along our bike tour we enjoyed the stunning turquoise waters of the lagoon along with the sounds of breaking waves coming from the ocean side of the atoll.   We looked for a few of the sites pointed out in our Lonely Planet Guide; finding the rusting Japanese fishing boat that was wrecked during Cyclone Bebe (1972) and the borrow pits (small man-made lagoons where coral material was extracted for the construction of the airstrip during WWII) -- now stinky with pigsty drainage.  Chris was determined to find David's Drill, a drill site from 1898, where Darwin's controversial theory on how atolls are formed was proven true (in 1835 Darwin proposed that coral atolls were built on slowly sinking volcanic rock, which at the same time was being built up by coral, whereas others believed that the reefs grew on underwater platforms that had been raised by volcanic action).  We looped and we circled and rode and rode without finding this 'famous' hole in the ground.  We received many strange looks as Chris continued to ask local after local (none of which had heard of the site of course).

Finally, three days later, we found it!  And oh how uneventful; a concrete base with a small hole in it, surrounded by weeds and bush!  Well, it was fun looking for it anyway!  On our bike trip we also discovered one of the huge problems on Tuvalu ... trash.  With their growing population, limited space, and trend away from subsistence agriculture towards a cash economy, their environmental issues are mounting.  A throw-away mind set still seems to exist, but the increasing dependence on imported packaged food is leaving them with an uncontrollable rubbish problem.  The north side of the road actually ends at a sea of trash that seems to run to infinity.  In addition, the rising sea levels due to global warming could eventually wipe out the entire atoll.  It's sad to see such deep environmental issues in such a lovely place.

Saturday we discovered a major downfall to the increased temperatures (besides sweating all the time); our refrigerator was running non-stop and sucking up all our battery power!  Lucky for us Chris had purchased two additional solar panels in Fiji.  We didn't have the proper materials for a permanent mount, but Chris saved the day with temporary mounts along our railings.  We also cut up some foam and lined the inside of the refrig for better insulation.  We are loving all our new found power; enjoying more movies and computer time!  That afternoon we went with the other yachties to watch Futi (Australian Football/Rugby).  Craig and Jijet from Kipona, both ex-navy, had hooked up with the visiting AU navy folks and they had invited everyone over.  Using sheets and tarps they had enclosed a little outdoor hut and hooked up a projector, using a white sheet as a screen.  It was the most unique 'football' party we'd ever been too!

Tuesday we motored to the South East anchorage off of Funafala Islet.  During WWII most of the villagers were relocated to Funafala for the duration of the war.  Most moved back afterwards, but there is still a small community of about 30 or so that live here.  The water colors in this area were truly amazing, although due to suspended algae & plankton the visibility wasn't real great.  We spent two nights; enjoying a walk along the outer reef, a bit of snorkeling, and a quick visit to the settlement.

Saturday, October 1st, was Tuvalu Independence Day.  We got up early to attend the 7am parade.  Which really didn't get going until 7:30 am (typical Island Time).  And which really wasn't a parade as we know it.    Five groups stood standing (at a somewhat weak attention) facing the large grandstands.  Next the prime minister 'inspected' the parade (basically walking around the various groups), and then the parade began ... the five groups marched along the outer edge of the field.  And that was about it.  So much for floats and fireworks!  The parade was followed by young children races and food & drinks.  Afterwards we returned to our boats to cool down, coming back in around one for the soccer tournaments.  By now the sun was burning full and sneaking its way into the grandstands.  There was nowhere to hide!  We watched all of the Division B game and then part of the Division A game before the sun did us in and we had to leave, seeking out shade.  Apparently these where huge matches; Funafuti was playing their neighboring atoll, Nukufetau.  The crowd was rowdy and the event was fun to watch.  We don't know how the players managed to not pass out running around in the heat of the day like that!

After a rest and cleanup, we came in for the evening festivities.  M.J. and I followed the location tradition and wore head leis.  We started with dinner out, and then crossed over to watch the dance performance that was taking place at the local meeting house (maneaba).  The dancing and chanting was a bit mellow, especially compared to the hip shaking dances of Tahiti, but fun to watch nonetheless.  We especially enjoyed watching some the crowd;  a few joined in, smiles proving the pure enjoyment received from these local dances.

When we first read in Lonely Planet that waiting for and watching planes land is a big thing "to do" in Funafuti, we laughed out loud.  But before long we were joining the rush of locals to watch the planes land and see who would be arriving next!  We're actually surprised planes still use the old airstrip at all; in its current state I'm not sure it would even be considered a good road in the states!  We laughed too when we thought of all the strict safety violations of the States that were being broken.  On approach a single fire track parks facing the runway and sounds its siren for a minute or two;  this is the cue to clear the runway if you happen to be playing or walking on it.  We stood less than a couple hundred feet from the runway as the plane touched down and barreled passed us.  There are no fences, security, or it seems general safety measures!

Besides visiting the government building to take advantage of the air conditioning, we were also continually checking on the status of their wireless internet installation.  We couldn't believe it when Chris first read that Funafuti had free wireless internet (think of all the emails & updates we could do!), but sure enough they are trying.  Of course who knows when it will actually work, everyday that we checked, we were told "tomorrow"!  It wasn't too much of a disappointment however, as there was more than one internet 'cafe' and they were air conditioned as well!  Chris worked a deal with one of the owners who allowed him to download large files for minimal cost ... Chris was working on his satellite photo collection which are great navigational tools (sometimes better than the outdated charts we own).  (You can check out some of these photos here ... they are really cool to see!)

On Monday (Oct 3rd) we enjoyed a terrific dinner with a fresh catch provided by Mike & Dana (Camira), who had just arrived the night before.  We topped it off with an awesome cheesecake dessert!

By Thursday we were ready to move on.  We departed Funafuti at four in the afternoon enjoying a leisurely [short] sail to Nukufetau.  We were quite surprised when we went to pull in our fishing line for the evening and discovered not one, but TWO yellow-finned tuna!  The excitement of the catch led to stupidity as Chris struggled with the second fish; while standing on our itty bitty transom step, at night, underway, WITHOUT A HARNESS!!!  Afterwards we severely chastised ourselves, and promised to never let that happen again.  We only kept one Tuna as they were quite large and we didn't have that much room in the frig.

Heading North -- Tuvalu Arrival

Location: Funafiti, Tuvalu
Position: 08°30.94' S 179°11.57' E
Next Dest: Kiribati (in 2-4 weeks)



We departed Savusavu, Fiji early Saturday morning. After four days of rocking and rolling we arrived at Funafiti, Tuvalu (arriving before sun up on Wednesday). The passage was uneventful, which we figure is probably a good thing. After 4-1/2 months filled with only day trips (in Fiji), it took us a bit to get into the groove of a passage making!

We enjoyed buddy boating with Island Sonata on the way up ... it is always nice to see another boat out there and know you aren't alone!!! We spent our first day in Funafiti checking in, and then talking around the town. Atolls are always interesting to explore, considering they are long and narrow strips of land (in about 20 seconds you can walk from the inside of the atoll to the outside!).



The people seem super friendly and we are very excited about spending some time here. Our first night (as typical after a passage) was heavenly (solid sleep in an non-moving bed!). More to come as we explore our first atoll on the way to the Marshalls!

New Route for Billabong

Current Location: Savusavu, Fiji
Next Destination: Funafiti, Tuvalu




We find ourselves once again in Savusavu. Not much new to report; we have been busy visiting with old friends (from our first season of cruising), and preparing Billabong and ourselves for our next passage (including a side trip via airplane to Suva).

We have FINALLY confirmed our plans for the remaining months of this cruising season. Instead of continuing west to Vanuatu, New Caledonia and Australia, we will head North to the Marshall Islands. This will include stops in Tuvalu and Kiribati. We should be arriving in the Marshalls around Dec/Jan and will sit the cyclone season out there. By going north we will now have an extra season in the South Pacific. Next year (April/May 2006) we will head back down to Fiji and then west, ending in Australia around Dec 2006. We should be heading out of Fiji by the end of the week (hopefully before our Visas expire on Sept 18th).

We'll continue to stay in touch via the website and Blogs. Stay tuned!!!

Drifting Across the South Pacific - Messages in a Bottle

Navatu Bay : Bottle 2 destination - 3000 Miles and ended up 15 miles away from our entrance track

bottlemap
Our track vs the two recovered bottles

As we were getting ready for our 5 year sailing trip, we decided to have a party to say goodbye to all of our friends and family. The boat was very full and we were slightly afraid of the “helpful” gifts we might receive from the guests, so we stole an idea from our friends on Claire de Lune who had left earlier in the season. In lieu of gifts, it was suggested that guests bring a bottle of wine with their email and/or mailing address on the bottle. We  told them that we would email/mail them from the location we drank their bottle of wine and describe some of our adventures of the area. It is not much of a bribe but I guess there are a few people who want to live vicariously through other people's drinking habits, and we left Ventura CA with a full wine-bilge.

As we set out on the big puddle-jump between Puerto Vallarta Mexico and the Marquesas we decided to add a little bonus for our adventure starved friends. On April 12 at the equator (133° W)  we threw four wines bottles overboard with messages and our boat cards wrapped inside ziplock bags into the great blue ocean to see what would happen. We continued across the South Pacific on the traditional coconut milk run route (the northern version) and ended up in New Zealand in November 2004, having traveled over 9000 nautical miles since our going away party the year before.

In early January we received an email from a woman in Auasi, American Samoa whose son had found one of our bottles on the beach on Dec 31, 2004. She said the message was unreadable, but our boat card helped guide her to us. Our bottle had traveled 2400 nautical  miles during our passage and ended up within 50 miles of our track between Suwarrow in the Cook Islands and Nuiatoputapu in Tonga.

We spent the rest of cyclone season enjoying the land travel in New Zealand covering almost the same distance as our pacific crossing, before we headed back to the tropics to Savusavu Fiji in May, 2005. We spent most of our time in Fiji off the beaten track, cruising the eastern side of Fiji to the Lau group, Budd Reef and the Northern side of Vanua Levu and did not see more than four other boats the entire time. We were very much looking forward to stocking up on some fresh produce when we arrived in Labasa Fiji, where we checked our email and were amazed to find that another one of our bottles had been found. This one was found in May 2005 and on the island of  Navatu in Fiji. It took us awhile but we finally located the island; it was only 15 miles from where we entered the reef in Savusavu!! We changed our plans and continued our trip around Vanua Levu and pulled into the anchorage at Navatu only to find out that the young man actually lived in Suva but was visiting his Great Aunt when he found the bottle. It was still interesting to see the village, meet his aunt and converge on the same path that our bottle had taken from over 3000 miles away.

For the cyclone season this year we are heading to the Marshall islands. We’ve really enjoyed the leisurely cruising through Tuvalu and Kirabati and yesterday, November 12, 2005, we once again found ourselves crossing the equator (this time at 173.5° E). Four more bottles entered the strong westerly setting Equatorial current and it will be VERY interesting to see where they end up. I am still amazed that two out of the four original bottles were found in one piece. When you look at the expanse of the pacific as you sail across it, then explore the remote unpopulated beaches and watch the surf  pound on the windward reefs, I can’t imagine what the odds makers in Vegas would do. If only we had put a message in our dinghy before it drifted out to sea forever from Ua Pou in the Marquesas, or better yet bought a lottery ticket along the way.

Baulailai Bay

Baulailai Bay (August 17th – 22nd )
 16°44.88' S 178°29.02' E


Baulailai Bay
As much as we enjoyed our visits on the north side of Vanua Levu, there is something to be said for time alone!  After leaving Naviqiri we decided to anchor at Baulailai Bay, largely because there was no village.  We had the bay to ourselves and were enjoying some of the down time.  We did have a few visitors drop by, locals from neighboring villages who were out fishing.  We got a good shock when one fishing boat came by and yelled out "Bula Chris!  Where's KT?".  "You know me?" asked Chris.  Turns out they were from a neighboring village to Naviqiri and had hear about us through the 'coconut network' (what we've tagged the amazing gossip trail that seems to exist from one village to the next, even without phones).   We also learned that deep into the mangroves of Baulailai Bay is an Indian Village of about 5 houses.  One of the residents stopped by to say hello and we traded some banana bread for fresh oragnes.  Other than that it was quite quiet and we spent time reading and relaxing.  There was also a bit of weather that came through so we ended up staying  four nights while we waited for the rain and wind to pass by.

We left Baulailai Bay on the 21st, and spent the night at Salevu Bay.



Also Island to Navaqiri Village: It's all about the People

Current Location: Baulailai Bay
Current Position: 16°44.88' S 178°29.02' E
Next Destination: Bua Bay



It is impossible to find the words to describe our recent experiences …they are unlike anything we've ever imagined and it is all due to the wonderful natives of Fiji. These people have opened our eyes and hearts to way of living that we can only hope to keep with us when we (someday) return to America.

As we prefer to keep the BLOGs short (and since we are four weeks behind), we'll save the details for a future website update and just give you a brief summary in the BLOG (guess you'll just have to wait for the really good stuff!).


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MALAU POINT / LABASA

Our next extended stay was three nights at Malau Point which provided bus access to the "big city" of Labasa. As with the States it seems that large cities change everything … we could quickly feel the good moods of weeks past draining away as we battled traffic, noise, trash, and some less friendly Fijians. On the bright side we were ecstatic about hitting an internet café and browsing the HUGE fresh veggie market. Meat and Veggies at last!!!

ULUIVAWANI

We truly lucked at when we landed here … After leaving Malau Point we spent a windy night anchored at Nukubati Bay, so windy that the following morning (now August 1st) we picked up anchor and went looking for a more protected spot. Uluivawani is not listed on the charts as an anchorage, but as we motored by we noticed how calm it was and thought the sandy beach looked like an added bonus.

There were only two houses ashore, so we weren't sure what to expect when we went ashore with Shadowfax (who we'd been traveling with this entire time). What we found was one of the nicest couples we've met (Ben and Nie) who live with their father and work/farm the surrounding land.

Ben and Nie took us on an amazing hike, to the top of rocks overlooking the bay, with a beautiful view that still sits in the forefront of my memory. They offered us food & tea and opened their home to us without a second thought. In return (although they wanted & expected nothing) we offered to cook them dinner and held a potluck at their house. We aren't sure if they really liked our Palongi dishes, but they would never say otherwise (we did noticed they seemed to take extra rice!).
We only stayed two nights and when we went in to say goodbye and thank-you, they sent us back to our boats with so much food (coconuts, kasava, bananas) that we nearly sunk the dinghy!

NAURORE (NAVIQIRI VILLAGE)


If the last two months in Fiji hadn't yet convinced us that there is something quite special about the Fijian People & their culture, Naviqiri Village alone would've done so! It is with tears in my eyes that I think about Naviqiri and what to write, as it was just today that we departed after a two week stay. We can't believe it was only two weeks, it felt like at least a month, and the people touched something special within Chris and I.

We shared meals … everywhere we went lunch or tea was offered. We had a few visitors on Billabong for tea & snacks, and one couple out for dinner (who later reported to her sister that the food was "like in the magazines"!!!). It also seemed that we were beckoned into way too many grog (kava) parties - it is just impossible to say no! A couple of the days we brought in some special treats, attempting to make enough for the entire village - it was quite the mob scene as we handed out cakes,
cookies and lollies (they sure do love sweets!).

We shared games … Chris nearly killed himself playing rugby with both the kids and adults, but there is no doubt that sports can unite where language might fail, and no matter how old he might feel the next morning (or same evening) he played just about every afternoon. I stuck to Frisbee (which we introduced them to), volleyball and children games (jump rope, three legged races, wheel barrel races, leap frog, and duck-duck goose). It got so the children (and I think some of the adults too) would come looking for us after school … I think we spent EVERY afternoon of our two weeks hanging out and playing, staying until the very last bit of light left the sky!

We shared crafts and work … Chris pulled his back helping a few of the men build a house, while I gained a sore bum sitting on hard floors discovering that weaving & broom making take a lot of time and patience! We learned the process of coconut oil making and yaquona drying (for kava). I shared some of my cross-stitches (just to prove that Palongi's can be creative too!).

As with most the South Pacific, they LOVE getting their pictures taken and looking at the resulting photo on the LCD screen. It seemed they were even more enthusiastic then most we'd come across. If we had had enough paper and ink (and time) we would have tried to print a copy for everyone; instead we put together a visitor's book for them, including five color collage prints of photos we had taken during our visit. I was first amazed at the elegant words Chris used when he presented our
loloma (gift) to the village (during Church service), and then even more amazed with the smiles and tears of the villagers as they crowded around the book later in the day, pointing and laughing at the various pictures.

We also enjoyed some terrific walking/hiking. The views were outstanding, and we were always accompanied by a local or two which made it all the more enjoyable. It felt as though we truly got to know many of the villagers and they got to know us. It seemed there was never enough time in a day and the two weeks went quickly. We said our goodbyes (on August 16th), stopping by each house (nearly 40 of them) to give handshakes, hugs, and Vinaka Vakalevu's (Thank you very much's). We had become especially good friends with Sera, Fredie and their family. Even Fredie (and just about Chris) shed tears as we said goodbye. Grandma (as we call her) hugged me so tight I thought I might
pass out!

As we motored out of the bay, they flashed us using the sun's reflection off of mirrors (we of course flashed back) … and kept flashing … and kept flashing … and kept flashing … I kid you not, it went on for a good 30 minutes while we got farther and farther away. Already I am looking forward to our return …

Naurore & Naviqiri Village

Naurore and Naviqiri Village (August 3rd – 17th)



Arrival

The bay of Naurore was dotted with locals fishing with hand lines from bamboo rafts.  We had barely set the anchor when a couple of these bamboo rafts started making their way towards us.  “BULA! BULA!”, yelled out two women from one of the rafts as they neared Billabong.  “BULA!”, we smiled back.  As the raft bumped up against our transom step one of the ladies (Sio) hopped aboard.  While we think the Fijian’s openness and sharing is terrific, it is sometimes hard for us to get used to this “open door policy”.  We have to remind ourselves that in their culture visiting one another, entering other’s homes, does not always require an invitation (or knocking), people come and go as they please.  It’s something that we’d have to adjust to over the next two weeks in Naviqiri.  We helped Sera (the other lady) tie up the raft and come aboard.  A few minutes later another bamboo raft appeared and Luke joined us as well.  I was beginning to think it was going to be a downright party when I noticed a few more rafts paddling towards Billabong, but our guests yelled out a few words in Fijian and the rafts headed for Shadowfax instead.  Sio was one of the more pushy and grabby Fijians we’ve met; just picking up anything and everything in the cockpit and eventually putting on Chris’s reef walkers (we're pretty sure she would've walked away with them if we hadn't said something when she left!).



Luke didn’t seem to speak much English but had a terrific (mostly toothless) smile and seemed to just enjoy hanging in the cockpit.  Sera was more reserved but quite curious about us.  She asked all kinds of questions about our boat, where we’d been in Fiji, and especially about Chris and I and our relationship.  In most of the South Pacific Islands that we have visited, including Fiji, we’ve found it easier to just let people assume we’re married … this fits in better with some of the conservative cultures and saves us from any lengthy explanations.  However, we didn’t really go out of the way to tell people this, we just didn’t correct people when they referred to our husband or wife.  Sera however was so curious that it was becoming difficult to be sly.  Hating to lie, I tried a number of avoidance tactics; when she asked me how long Chris and I had been married, I replied, “Oh, Chris and I have been together for 3 years.”  When she asked when [date] we got married, I ignored the question and asked, “When did you get married?”.  We went round about like this for a few more minutes before I finally caved and starting making stuff up.

At this point Chris was forward with our other two guests, so I was talking loudly to ensure we’d be on the same page should he be asked anything later on.  By the time Sera was finished with me, we had married in Nov 2002, at a lovely beach ceremony with all our friends and family.  I was lucky that she didn’t ask for photos!!!  I was getting some weird side glances from Chris as he was talking to Sio & Luke (and overhearing me), but he was smart enough not to question anything.  I learned that Sera had been married for nine years, and while she wants children has yet to have any (not by choice).  Hearing this and knowing what children mean in the Fijian culture my heart went out to her.

We had a good visit with our new friends before they headed out for more fishing and we cleaned up for our Sevusevu with the chief.

Welcome

When we first came ashore just outside the village things seemed a bit dicey.  A young man was standing on the beach watching us approach.  uncharacteristic to Fijians, he was not smiling or yelling out Bula.  As the four of us clamored out of the dinghy and cheerfully said BULA, he still didn’t smile or talk.


Turaga ni Koro: The village spokesman.  Unlike the chief (who inherits the position), the Turaga ni Koro is voted into position by the villagers.  Typically, any business with the chief is conducted through or in coordination with the spokesman (i.e. it would be inappropriate for us to just show up at the chief's house without the Turaga ni Koro or someone of equivalent standing).

And he still said nothing when we asked if he knew where the Turaga ni Koro lived. Uh oh we thought, what kind of village is this?  We weren’t to sure what to do, a visitor should not just enter the village on their own, they should be guided/escorted, at least until the Sevusevu has been accepted.  Down the beach a bit were three young men, so not having much luck with our current local, we yelled out to them and asked if they knew where the Turaga ni Koro was.  One of them finally came forward and said he would lead us to him.  Phew!  Of course by now we were completely confused about what we would find in the village; on one hand we had a great greeting from the fishermen, but on the other hand, these young men didn’t seem to really want anything to do with us.  Well, we later discovered that the first young man, Sakioso, was mentally slow and quite shy ... basically he didn't know what to make of these white people coming ashore!  By the end of our visit he would be talking up a storm (mostly in Fijian) and smiling whenever we came near.  The other three young men were actually from a different village, and the Turaga ni Koro was away from the village, so these young men weren't sure where to take us!  It all made sense afterwards, but sure was awkward in the moment!

Any feelings of doubt were swept away the minute we entered the village.  It was truly a mob scene. Everyone came out to greet us and within seconds we were surrounded.  Hands were thrust, names exchanged, and smiles shared.  I swear I actually saw a few women running down the path to meet us!  You’d be shaking one hand while another person tapped you on your right shoulder, just as you turned to shake their hand, someone else would tap your left shoulder, as so it went.  It seemed like it took hours just to walk a few feet.  We felt famous, like rock stars, surrounded by people who just wanted a glimpse of us, and if lucky an autograph (or in this case a hand shake).  It is so hard to comprehend, because who are we to warrant so much attention? … I mean really, we’re nobody, just a couple of white people on “vacation”.  But in these out of the way places we are unique, we are different, we are truly from another world – they are honored that we would want to visit their village, their home, of all places.  And so we moved along, until we were ushered into one of the homes.  Even has we were sitting people streamed in to present their hands to us and introduce themselves.  Others gathered at the doorway to watch.  Chris & Karl started to put their yaqona out, when I whispered to Chris, “so who’s the chief?”.  He didn’t know.  Neither did Karl or Julie.  Finally Chris asked, and that’s when we learned that this wasn’t the chief’s house, it was just a grog party … it didn’t matter that they’d just met us, we were invited!  “We, ‘er, have to go to the chief’s house” we said.  “Stay and have some grog”, they told us.  But when we asked if that was ‘allowed’ before we had done our Sevusevu, they promptly nominated someone to lead us to the chief’s house, making us promise we'd come back afterwards.

The chief isn’t able to get out of bed much due to severe arthritis in his knees.  After shaking hands and introductions we sat on the floor while he propped himself up in his bed.  He performed the chants/prayers for the yaqona and introduced us to Elia who then took us on a tour of the village.  If we had missed anyone on the way into the village, we met them now.  The village has 41 houses, although somewhere between 5 – 10 of those houses are not currently lived in (their owners typically residing/working in Labasa or Suva).  After our tour we returned to the grog party which was taking place in Seraia’s house.  Not that we like grog much, but a promise is a promise.  We donated some pre-ground Waka (kava) to the cause and spent over an hour kicking it on the floor with a huge group of people.

The next morning (Thursday) we were surprised when a few of the villagers arrived at Billabong to check us & the boat out.  They excitedly came aboard and stayed, visiting for a couple of hours.  After their visit we went ashore with Shadowfax and met up with Sera and Seraia who guided us on walk.  The scenery was beautiful and we enjoyed getting to know our ‘guides’.  Along the way we ran into the Turaga ni Koro, who, as it turns out, is Sera’s brother.  It is interesting to get to know the family relations within the village, you soon discover that although not obvious, there is a definite pecking order.  Everyone appears to help anyone, and on the whole the village runs as a terrific sharing community, but it is not without ‘political’ undercurrents.  After our walk, which took us up where we could view the neighboring bays and then around past the school, we relaxed under a huge tree, joined by other locals.  Chris excitedly waiting for the touch Rugby game to start (which they play every afternoon around four).

Playtime

Afternoon play time became a daily must for us.  It was the easiest place to relax and goof off with the locals, especially the children.  No matter how sore or run down Chris played touch rugby with the men everyday.  In between taking video and pictures, I played games with the children.  Learning a few of their games, as well as teaching them some of our own.  During one of the rugby games I taught a few of the kids a fight song (Lean to left, lean to the right, stand up, sit down, fight-fight-fight) and The Wave.  The wave was especially interesting, because while they did what I told them, I could tell they didn’t get it!  I tried to explain to one of the older children (who spoke better English), but, …. well you can just imagine how silly & pointless the wave must seem, especially to someone who hasn’t every seen or been to a large scale sporting event!  We also brought in a Frisbee,  which everyone from the two year olds to the fifty year olds tossed around.  Chris would get them laughing with his behind the back and under the leg throws.  The children loved when he’d tell them to “go long” … even after two weeks they never ran far enough.  A few of the men would attempt a long throw after seeing Chris, getting laughs all around when the Frisbee went straight into the dirt!  By our second week there they had also gotten out a volleyball net which they hoisted between two wooden branches stuck in the ground.  They weren’t big on form, but it was huge amounts of fun and they were great at keeping a volley going.  Saturday’s were especially fun because all the local children who boarded at the nearby school came home for the weekend.  It was hard to keep up with all the activity, we’d return to the boat after dark, hot, dirty and exhausted … but it in our two weeks at Naviqiri we didn’t miss a single afternoon!

School

During our walk with Sera & Seraia, the school headmaster (principal) had invited us back on Friday.  So Friday morning, escorted by Sera and two younger children, we headed out for the school.  Although this school was also a boarding school, it was much smaller than Cawaro’s.  They gathered all the children in one room, and we introduced ourselves … giving the same type of spill that we had in Cawaro.  We got the same sort of questions from the children, although we were once again caught of guard by one little boy’s question.  He asked, “Our you still fighting with Iraq?”.  Living on boats, usually in the middle of nowhere, we aren’t up-to-date on current events, and so Chris responded, “You tell me, are we?”  We were even more surprised when a bit later, after one of the children had asked us what religion we were, the teacher mentioned that he was Muslim, and then said, “You must hate all Muslims.”  It baffles me that he could think that … even more so it saddens me, because America (as a whole) does seem to find a way to make a lot of things racial.  I don’t get it, and we strongly explained that no, we don’t hate all Muslims or any Muslims, we can only blame the specific people for their acts, not an entire culture or religion.

After class, our host (the Muslim teacher), Kamal, and his wife, Rafiza, invited us over to their house for refreshments.  They live in a temporary house provided by the school (their ‘real’ home is in Labasa) with their two year old daughter (Zeenia) and Kamal's mother (Kariman).  A few days later we also had dinner at their house, with his sister & her two children in attendance.  When we arrived, hundred’s of curious eyes peered out at us from the dorms, and as we sat in Kamal's house we could see a number of children gathered outside looking in, trying to get a glimpse of the Palagi’s!  Fijian Indians make up over 40% of Fiji’s population, and until dinner with Kamal & his family, we had not had much of a chance to learn about some of the different beliefs and traditions of the Indian population.  It was an intriguing new experience for us.  Apparently Zeenia likes to watch the video of her parent's wedding, and so we too watched along, learning quite a bit about arranged Muslim weddings.  As both Kamal & Rafiza are teachers, we also talked a lot about the education system and the skill levels of the children.  And we were thrilled when they served us tasty Indian dishes … Curry & Roti’s … it doesn’t get any better than that!

Food

We had quite a few interesting eating experiences in the village.  It seemed that every time we turned around someone was offering us something to eat or drink.  Tea is HUGE in Fiji.  Typically black tea, with lots and lots of sugar.  It takes a bit of getting used to; to drink a steaming hot cup of liquid when you are already sweating profusely!  We actually preferred the lemon leaf tea, which was a bit ironic since they would apologize to us for only serving the lemon leaf tea whenever they were out of black tea.  Since the black tea cost money, it is considered the fancier and more appropriate tea, especially for white guests.  I came in early enough one morning to watch Grandma & Little Freddie eating breakfast … on the menu was cooked rice drowned in tea – eaten like a bowl of cereal.  They also love breaking up breakfast crackers (a plain thick white cracker) into their cup of tea.

Cooked taro leaves served in coconut milk or mixed with a can of tuna is also popular.  With exception that it is a bit soggy, it is probably one of the easiest things to get down (from a Palagi's point of view).  When Sera served us lunch of taro mixed with tuna and cassava, we felt a twinge a guilt knowing that she had purchased the tuna especially for us.  In most villages they live mainly off of what they can grow or catch, spending little or no money.  Many of the villagers do not work on a regular basis, but rather a day here and there as needed to make a few dollars.  For a full days work, the average Fijian makes about $10 F a day (that’s about $6.00 US)!  And still, they continue to give, no matter how little they might have.

Sunday lunch (after church) is a big event as well.  This is probably their fanciest meal of the week, and when they are most likely to use more valued food products (like fish or store bought items).  You will always be invited for a Sunday meal at someone’s home.  Of course cassava and taro leaves are still the main staples, but you are also likely to get fresh fish or octopus cooked in coconut milk.  I wasn’t brave enough to go for the octopus, it just looked to much like … well, like an octopus!  Chris did, and found it a bit chewy.  It was really quite funny when he was trying to get some down and looked over and saw a little boy sucking down octopus tentacles just like spaghetti.  The little boy had a couple of tentacles, with suction cups and all, hanging out of his mouth and slapping against his cheeks as he sucked them in.  At any minute you expected the suction cups to adhere to his cheeks!

It was during one of these Sunday lunches that we discovered cassava is best smothered in lime juice and salt, although still far from good!  It was also when we learned that the plate you are given (usually there is a dinner sized plate, along with a bowl) is used just for cassava (everything else goes into the bowl).  Our plates looked a little silly with the measly amount of cassava we usually took.  The Fijian’s on the other hand loaded their plates full with mounds of cassava.   One afternoon even the preacher made fun of us, when he said, showing us two of his fingers, “Palogi’s think this is enough cassava!”.

With all the food that was being handed out, we wanted to give something back.  One Saturday I spent the morning making papaya cakes (my favorite use of papaya) with lemon frosting.  We cut the cakes into small pieces and took it, along with lollies into the village.  We created quite the mob scene once word got around.  I think we managed to give every adult some cake, and every child a lollie pop!  We were sure popular after that!  The following Saturday, Chris noticed all the villagers out fishing on their bamboo rafts.  He hopped in the dinghy to fish as well.  He caught a large Wahoo (a really good fish), and after cleaning it, gave a piece to everyone who was out fishing, as well as a piece to the Chief & Minister.  We also had Fred & Sera out to our boat for dinner.  I served leftover Chinese Chicken Salad along with Papaya Curry w/ rice.  I guess it was a big hit because Sera later told her sister that the food was “like in the magazines”!  Fred really like the flavored tea I served after dinner, and so before we departed I left them with a few bags of their own.

And we can’t forget about Koko.  The first (and probably last) live chicken that I bought!  On our first Sunday in Naviqiri we went with the Minister into a nearby settlement for church & lunch.  Later, when we were sitting around (the men and some women drinking grog), we learned that one of the ladies sold chickens ($10).  Not having a freezer, we hadn’t had fresh meat in some time, so chicken was sounding pretty good.  Julie (Shadowfax) and I spent a good deal of time ensuring that I would be no part of the killing or cleaning of the chicken.  That the chicken would be ‘delivered’ fully dead, with no head, feet, feathers, or guts.  No problem.  Since we didn’t want to eat the chicken right away, and since the settlement was a bit of a drive from Naviqiri, Seraia said she would take care of the chicken in Naviqiri until we were ready for it.  The lady went off to fetch the chicken and a few minutes later she called over to me as she lifted a (live) hen up and then threw it into the back of the truck.  When it came time for us to leave, there was this hen, sitting in the middle of the back of the truck, staring out at us; and boy did she looked pissed!  Eight of us crawled into the back along with the chicken for the bumpy ride back.  The poor thing was bouncing and sliding all over the place!  At some point along the way I decided I needed to name it (I don’t know why).  I thought I was being clever when I named it Koko.  I was thinking that the Fijian word for food was kokona, however I realized a bit later that food is really kakana … but naming my chicken Kaka just didn’t sound good, so we stayed with Koko.  The locals got a kick out of the Palagi’s and their chicken Koko.  I’m quite sure they don’t bother naming their chickens!  About four days later I decided we were ready for Koko.  Chris was walking to Sera’s house to pick up his shoes for rugby when he past Koko stealing coconut from between the paws of a dog.  “Koko?” he asked Seraia, who was standing nearby.  “Io” (yes), she said.  Just a few minutes later he is walking back to the rugby field when he sees Seraia holding a headless chicken by its legs dunking it in and out of boiling water.  “Uh, Koko?” he asked.  “Io.”  The next day, more than one person in the village asked me, “How was Koko?”.  I’m sure they were thinking, crazy chicken-naming Palagi!  Koko did spark an interesting conversation between Sera and I, as I tried to explain that the majority of Americans did not grow their own food, that we had huge grocery markets where we purchased everything from vegetables and fruits to meats.  And because of this I had never owned, killed, or cleaned a chicken, rather I had always purchased them from a store.  She found this quite interesting.

In addition to all the food, there was a lot of grog (kava).  It seemed every time we walked passed a house we heard, "Come in, Come in ... have a bowl ... just one bowl!".  It is so hard to say no to them, even if grog tastes like dirty water!  Some of the grog parties were more formal, served in celebration or as part of an event or even fundraisers.  Other times, it was enjoyed much as one might enjoy a cold beer at the end of a working day ... only it seemed many of the villagers partook in grog at any hour.

Hikes 

Eating all this food, we really needed some exercise!  Besides our first walk with Sera & Sereia, we went for two other significant hikes.  One was up to a point known as Monkey Face.  Most of the walk was along a dry dirt (hot) road.  The walk took us to the fields where the locals were planting pine trees.  As we neared we could hear them calling out to us; “Hey … Hey!”.  An extremely steep incline took us up to a point that offered outstanding views and looked over the work the locals were doing.  It took about one minute before all the workers came up to say hi.  Many of the workers were from the neighboring village, but some were also from Naviqiri.  Although you’d think we’d be getting used to it, we were amazed that these people would want to meet us, that they would come out and greet us.  We once again got that crazy Palagi look when we turned down their offer for a ride back to the village, explaining that we wanted to enjoy the view and get some exercise.  After all, they pretty much get the view everyday, and between working the fields and walking everywhere, they get plenty of exercise … who would want to walk just to walk?

The following day Sera and Freddie took us in the opposite direction to Sera’s brother’s bush house.  A small thatched hut he uses when he’s working his land.  More terrific views, and wonderful company.  We could spend days exploring the lands surrounding Naviqiri!

Work, Crafts, and Culture

When we weren’t hiking, playing, or eating, we tried to further ingrain ourselves into their culture by spending time in the village, doing whatever the locals were doing, or just hanging out.

Chris spent part of a day helping some of the men build a traditional Fijian house.  Unfortunately he pulled his back doing so, but he didn’t seem to mind – he was just happy that he could help out.  The men he helped were quite surprised when Chris showed up, picked up a shovel and starting digging!  And they were thrilled when I came by to take everyone’s picture.  When the house was finished, they made sure to find Chris and tell him to come look.

He spent another morning taking a few of the locals out fishing in the dinghy (he was known as quite the fisherman after his wahoo catch).  Unfortunately we were almost out of fuel so he couldn’t fish too long, but they were able to catch a couple of decent sized fish and everyone came away smiling.

I’m sure Chris stirred up some waves when he came in with me to do laundry.  Naviqiri has a really good water source, so we asked permission to bring in some of our savasava (washing).  Whenever we have a few huge piles (such was the case) Chris helps me, usually scrubbing or wringing.  We set ourselves up near the tap, and the women’s jaws just about hit the floor when Chris actually started scrubbing laundry.  A couple of women kept trying to offer to help and a few tried to actually pull Chris away from the laundry.  But we stuck to our guns and soon a few of the women were actually pointing out Chris to some of the men, and later told me, “Yes, I think it’s good the men help with laundry!”  In typical Fijian fashion, no matter how much we said no we couldn’t keep them from helping us, pretty soon Sera just ignored me and sat down and started scrubbing.  I’m not complaining, with their help it was one of the fastest hand washings I’ve ever done!

I spent one evening helping a group of women process voivoi.  After Pandanus leaves (a tree that reminds me of something from a Dr. Seuss book) are stripped of any spiny edges and dried, they are rolled and pounded (to help make them flat and flexible).  These dried leaves are known as voivoi.  One group of women take the long pieces of voivoi, and tightly wrap them around their hands.  These are thrown into a pile where another group of women unroll them, and bundle a bunch of them together.  The bundles are then pounded with a heavy club.  They spend hours doing this in order to get enough material for basket & mat weaving.  Within the first thirty minutes of rolling voivoi (my job), my hands were aching and my butt was numb (from sitting on the floor).  I managed to stay for a couple of hours, all the while becoming more and more impressed with their patience and strength.

A few days later I found myself once again sitting on a mat, this time using a knife to strip off the green leafy part from the individual strands of a coconut palm.  Once peeled you are left with the straight, stiff center.  Fasten enough of these together and you now have a broom.  When I first saw these brooms I wasn’t overly impressed.  After an entire day of helping; fingers and butt becoming sore, I realized just how much work went into their creation.  Sera was nice enough to give me one of the brooms we made.  Of course after all that work I can’t every imagine actually using the broom, God forbid it should get ruined!

The best part of these days was talking with the locals.  As I sat with Sera and Grandma making brooms (we tended to call the woman elders in Sera & Freddie's family Grandma), Sera and I discussed the different ways of Fijians and Americans.  When I asked how they decided where to build their house, the answer was obvious, their house was close to both her mother’s  and Freddie’s (her husband) mother’s house.  This way they could help take care of them as they got older.  Of course she wanted to know what happens with the ‘elders’ in America.  She was especially interested because it seemed so strange to her (and everyone) when we initially explained how far away Chris lived from his parents (and that this distance was common for a lot of families).  They had no idea that the two coasts of America were over 3,000 miles apart!   I found it difficult explaining elder homes / care centers to someone from a culture where the family unit fully looks after each other, where family values are so deeply ingrained.

It was just a few days prior when somehow the topic of homeless people had come up with another local, who was visiting us aboard Billabong.  I doubt I’ll ever forget the confused look on his face as he asked, “Where are their families?” ... he couldn't even comprehend the idea of someone living without a home, because of course their family would take care of them.  Chris and I didn’t have an answer.

Some conversations were quite humorous.  One day we were talking about coconuts; Chris is really into his coconut trees, amazed by the whole process, the different types of coconuts, and their various uses.  It seems he’s always asking questions and coconut hunting.  While discussing coconuts with a few of the locals, he happened to mention that prior to cruising he’d never really realized what a real coconut looked like (with husk and all, not just the round brown-black ball w/ ‘eyes’).  You should’ve seen all the weird looks he got, how could anyone not know what a coconut looks like?  Of course we then felt obligated to explain that in America coconut trees didn’t just grow in abundance, and in fact there are actually places where people plant the tree for decoration, rather then food!!!  There was quite a bit of laughter at that one!

I spent a lot of my village time trying to learn a few Fijian words.  I discovered I can do about two words a day, as long as I keep using them in a sentence.  Everyone in the village loved it when any of the Palagi’s would use a Fijian word.  They not only got a good laugh (which wasn’t entirely encouraging when you’re the one trying to get it right!), but also thought it was special and respectful that we were trying so hard.  The only problem with saying anything in Fijian, is that the Grandma’s and the smaller children seemed to think that meant you spoke fluent Fijian, and the next thing I knew they’d be talking a mile a minute to me (in Fijian), while I just smiled and said “Io” (yes) a lot!  Luckily I never agreed to anything that got me in trouble!!!  Sera knew I was trying to learn new words, so she would tell me the Fijian word for objects all the time.  One day we were sitting around in her house (having a rest, as they like to say), and Little Freddie brought me a pillow.  Sera says to me (or at least what I heard was), “Fijians are Loco-loco”.  I was dumbfounded for a good minute, is she really telling me Fijians are crazy?  After some stammering and repeating, I finally figured out she was telling me that in Fijian pillow is locoloco.  I then just had to explain why I was so confused, I told her that in Spanish the word loco means crazy and that I thought she was telling me they were crazy!  She had a good laugh, and when I came into the village the next day it seemed EVERYONE in the village knew about the Loco loco Fijians!

We also tried to visit Vani, Sera's sister, everyday.  Vani is only twenty-three and has spent the last seven years confined to bed.  Her family says she has arthritis and that is why she can't walk and can barely sit up, but after our first visit we think she more likely has something like M.S.  She has a brilliant, perfect smile and speaks outstanding English.  She's filled with energy and spirit despite her condition.  She looked forward to our daily visit and many times would write us notes, which her mother would deliver to us.  You really start to get a feel for the isolation of the village when talking to Vani and her family about her condition.  We learned that a doctor had been to see her ... seven years ago.  It sounds as if he basically diagnosed her with arthritis and then disappeared.  Vani is the only one in her village with this severe condition and prior to a cruising couple's visit the previous year she had thought she "was the only one in the world with this condition".  Due to lack of knowledge & medical facilities she is confined to bed 24 hours a day.  Our guess is that if she had access to decent medical she would probably be mobile, even if disabled.  We racked our brains for a way to build some type of wheel chair, but just didn't have the right materials.  We also weren't a hundred percent sure she would've every used the chair ... one Saturday we offered to move her out to the play field, where she could lay on a mat w/ pillows and visit with Julie and I while watching the games.  She didn't want to  ... talking with her later we determined she was part scared and part embarrassed, in her house & bed she at least felt 'safe'.

Goodbyes

With so much going on everyday it seemed like a blink of an eye and before we knew it two weeks had gone by.  Wanting to give something back to the village we racked our brains and decided on a photo/visitor's book.  Everyone in the village loved getting their photo taken, and then looking at the picture on the camera's viewfinder.  We couldn't possible print a picture for everyone, and fearing that we'd leave someone out, decided that a serious of collages would be best.  Chris then suggest we put the pictures into a three ringed binder, add paper, and turn it into a visitor's book that future cruisers could add to.  Chris presented the loloma (gift) to the village during Church.  After Church as we went around visiting with various families, Chris grabbed the book and walked it around the village to make sure they understood what it was.  People excitedly gathered around the book laughing and pointing at the pictures.  We had made a huge attempt to ensure that the majority of people were included, and from the smiling faces I think we were successful!

On Tuesday (August 16th) we went in with Shadowfax to say goodbye.  We walked to every house giving hugs and handshakes.  We then joined everyone for a final playtime before heading back to the boats.  There were quite a few tears and many solemn faces, this was a hard place to leave.  To make matters worse we also had to say goodbye to Shadowfax, our buddy boat for the last two months.  We hoped to hook up again with them on the west side of Fiji, but weren't sure of the timing, and if we missed them, then this would be our last goodbye.  Shadowfax would be returning to NZ, while we would be heading north towards the Marshall Islands.

Before leaving on Wednesday morning, Chris and I went in quickly to pick up a gift from Sera - she had woven us a small mat with Billabong woven in the center in black voivoi.  While visiting with Sera and her family, Shadowfax pulled anchor, sounding their air horn for a final goodbye.  We saw a lot of people coming out of their homes, waving shirts and rags into the air, tears flowing.  Many of them grabbed mirrors and used the sun to send reflected flashes out to Shadowfax.  Shortly after, Chris and I gave a few final hugs ... I practically had to man handled one of the Grandmas in order to get her to let go of me.  On the bright side, since we were heading to the Marshall's, we would be returning to Fiji the following year and we promised to visit Naviqiri again.  At this point everyone was telling us that we should build a home in their village, some place we could come and visit and bring our own families to ... they had just about picked the build site and Sera had already offered to take care of the house while we were away.  It is something that we are seriously thinking about!

As we pulled anchored, we too sounded our air horn.  We could see some people on the beach, so we frantically waved our own clothing into the air to say goodbye.  Chris got out a mirror and reflected signals back to the village.  It took us about two hours to get out of eye sight of Naviqiri Village, and during that entire two hours they were continuously reflecting the sun to us off of their mirrors ... and Chris right back to them.

We are unbelievable lucky to have had such a terrific experience ... I doubt they know how much they have influenced Chris and I.  I truly believe that they have sparked a positive change in Chris and I, and I only hope that we could hold onto that spark.

Uluivawani Journal

Uluivawani (known to us as Ben and Nie’s Place) (August 1st – 3rd)

Uluivawani 

Tired from the previous windy night and a long day of sailing, we didn’t head in that afternoon (now Monday, August 1st).  We were anchored in about 30 feet just off a reef that extended a few hundred feet from a terrific looking white sandy beach.  We could see two houses, but no sign of activity [people].

When we went ashore the next morning two young adults (so young and short I thought they were older children at first) greeted us on the beach.  Barely knowing our names they invited us to their home.  Over tea served with bread and butter we learned that they lived here along with Ben’s father (Big Ben).  We think that one of their uncles lives in the other house, but he wasn’t around.  They own and farm (copra to sell and other foods, such as cassava to eat) between 5 and 7 acres of beautiful land.  After tea we continued our talks sitting on a mat under a large tree watching the ocean.  Looking up at some precariously balanced boulders, Chris asked if it was possible to walk up there.  Ben immediately said he’d take us.

Off we went; Chris, Karl and Ben up in the front with Julie, Nie, and myself bringing up the rear.  First we hiked through the muddy banks of the mangroves.  Then over a couple of small rocks, and finally we started up.  The terrain was burnt down grass (they were getting ready to replant), but the hill (dare I say mountain) was quite steep.  Tired and thirsty, it was Chris yelling down “The view is worth it” that inspired the girls the rest of the way up.  And he didn’t lie … the view was spectacular.  We could see for miles; patches of turquoise (reefs) surrounded by deep blue.  360 degrees of inspirational views!  We continued along the ridge towards the boulders … Chris just had to get a look at how they were balanced.  Turns out they were barely touching – it’s amazing the top one hasn’t rolled down the cliff yet.  We came down the other side of the hill through coconut and lemon trees.  Chris and Ben - ‘being boys’ as they heaved into small boulders sending them ricocheting down the mountainside.  Ben picked us some lemons to take back to our boat, and as we’ve been experiencing with the Fijians, overdid himself.  We came away with more than a dozen lemons (per boat).  Although it was WAY more than we needed, we were quite excited about the prospect of Lemon Bars!

Back on the mat under the tree, Ben and Nie brought us small stalks of bananas and a number of oranges … we kept saying no more, and they kept it coming!  In return for everything, we asked them if there was anything we could do for them, anything they needed or work that we could assist with.  After a few “no’s”, they shyly said they would like yaqona for kava.  No problem!  This soon became an invitation for us to come drink grog with them … along with which they also said they’d prepare dinner.  Feeling they’d already out done themselves, we offered to bring in dinner instead.

A few hours into drinking grog (kava) we finally asked if we were ever going to actually eat … we didn’t want to be rude, but we were all starving and it was already past 8pm.  Luckily we were saved by Big Ben who isn’t much of a kava drinker, and therefore wanted to eat as well.  Apparently Fijians don’t like to eat too much (or at all) when drinking kava, because the food is too filling (not leaving room for the kava).  Ben and Nie continued to drink grog while the five us had dinner.  Big Ben was very pleasant to talk to, he was quite up to date on current affairs and spoke terrific English.
Biso - Bowl made from a coconut half that has been shaved out (and sometimes polished).  Used for drinking kava.
After dinner we had a departing biso of kava and returned to our boats.  The next day we learned the Ben and Nie drank grog until one in the morning and then finally ate!  Phew, glad we asked to eat!!  We asked them how they like the “Palagi Food” … it’s hard to get a straight answer because a Fijian will practically never say something rude to a guest, but we got the impression that it might have been too “different” for their taste!  They did however like the printed photograph of Ben and Nie that Chris and I gave them!

When we came in to say goodbye, they piled mounds of food upon us.  We didn’t ask for it … actually told them it was too much … but they just smiled and continued to disappear into the bush returning with coconuts, papayas, cassava, and bananas.  It was an unbelievable amount of food and we really had no clue what to do with it all.  We also got a bit of insight into one of the reasons cassava is so popular … it is tremendously easy to plant and grow.  We watched Big Ben has he took the long stem from an old cassava plant, cut the thin stalk into a number of pieces, and then just stuck them into the ground.  The stalk will then grow the cassava root (underground), and in 11 months they uproot the new cassava and use the bush to plant more.  They don’t have to maintain the bush or worry about feeding and watering it.  It’s pretty much self sufficient.  It didn’t make me like the taste of cassava any better, but I could at least understand why they ate so much of it!

As if the hospitality and food wasn’t enough, Nie also gave Julie and I a sulu.  I still can’t get over it … we had known them only for one day, had stayed in “their” bay for only two nights, and here they were treating us like old friends.

Malau Point / Labasa

Malau Point / Labasa  (July 27th – 30th)

Black Jack's Bay

After a final goodbye with Lepsi (who rowed out to the boat early in the morning to deliver a few goodbye gifts), we left Also Island Wednesday, July 27th, heading towards Labasa.  We made a one night stop at Black Jack’s Bay, where we nearly ran Billabong into a reef!  The water was murky and it was unclear exactly where we were supposed to anchor, so we slowly made our way inland. Thinking we found a good spot in 20 feet of water, Chris set about getting the anchor ready.  In a matter of seconds the depth reader jumped from 20 to 18 to 12.5 to 7.2 … just as I was yelling to Chris, he happened to look over and could finally see through the murky water … REEF!  Now the trick was to back up without going port (left) … which is the way our boat ‘walks’ in reverse, and also the location of the current reef we’d prefer not to hit.  We threw it in hard reverse to get some backward movement, and then back to neutral (to eliminate the prop walk), then we anxiously watched the depth meter and is teetered between 6.6 and 7.0 feet (we draw 6.5 feet).  Finally, after what felt like minutes, although I’m sure it was only seconds, the depth began rising just a quickly as it had fallen, and we were safe.  Phew!  What a heart stopper that was.  Needless to say, we picked a different stop to anchor and all was well.

For our nightly entertainment Chris got out the spotlight and lit up the waters, which caused hundreds (no exaggeration) of fish to began sporadically leaping out the water in mass chaos. (We had discovered this light enamored fish in Albert’s cove a few weeks earlier).  Hey, what else do we have to do?

Malau Point
The next day we moved on to Malau Point.  From here we could catch the bus for a 20 minute ride into Labasa.  And what a bus ride it is.  After the seclusion of the past few months it was quite a shock to the system.  The bus came clattering down the road, with its windowless-windows (basically just wide openings with the wood beams sticking down and cloth flaps that can be unrolled when it's raining), and mostly American music blaring out.  We paid our buck-twenty Fijian and hopped aboard.  You could barely talk over the music, dust flew in through the open windows, and the potholes made for some vicious bumps, but the view was terrific.  We went through a number of villages (stopping at each), which we noticed seemed to alternate between Fijian & Indian homes.  Fields upon fields of sugar cane surrounded us, with oxen & tractors working away.  Just outside of Labasa the sugar factory came into view … and waiting outside were over a hundred trucks & tractors filled to the gill with sugar cane, waiting in line for their turn to drop off the cane.  It seemed like the line went on for miles as we stared in amazement.  Labasa itself really is one long, crowded main street.  There is a HUGE open market (fresh fruit & veggies) and three good size “supermarkets”.  The open market is amazing, pile upon pile of vegetables stacked into one or two dollar piles.  Sometimes the pile was so big that I’d think for sure I was missing something … all that for one buck???  Having never cooked an eggplant in my life (and not even knowing if Chris liked eggplant), I bought a pile just because it was such a good deal … about 50 small to medium sized eggplants for a dollar!  Clothing also seems to be huge here, a number of fabric stores lined the main street and quite a few seamstress worked away in tiny closest-like rooms.  I had a dress made for $7 Fijian (about 4.20 US) plus material.  Granted not the best sewing I’ve ever seen, but geez … FOUR TWENTY!!!  And we were thrilled to find FAST internet, for only $3 an hour!!!  Labasa seemed to be filled with good deals for us!

We stayed at Malau Point for 3 nights, riding into Labasa every day to run errands, provision, and use the internet.  If we thought it was crowded when we went in on Thursday, we didn’t know what was coming … Friday and Saturday are the big shopping days … it was shoulder to shoulder walking on Saturday!  By Sunday we were ready for some quiet, ready to get back to ‘nowhere’ and out of the city!  With Billabong bulging at the seams with fresh vegetables we continued west.  We stopped in Nukubati, but after a really windy night decided to move on down the coast to see if we could find a more protected anchorage.  After poking our nose into a couple of anchorages we were running out potential anchoring spots reachable that day.  With one possible bay left, we were going by a spot that wasn’t on our charts as an anchorage, and with a large extending reef didn’t look like it would be calm, however from our current point of few it looked dead flat … so we headed in to check it out.  Depth was good and sure enough it was flat & calm.  Good enough for us .. we stayed.

Also Island & Cawaro Village

July 18th – 26th

Location: Dalice Bay, Also Island
Position: 16°13.22' S 179°50.15' E

Also Island

Background

Jim and Kyoko sailed to Cawaro Village about three years ago.  It didn’t take long for them to fall in love with the village and Fijian lifestyle.  In return for Jim’s help fixing the village’s only outboard engine (which provides their only transportation to the larger “city” of Labasa), the chief gave them an island just off the village.  It became known as Also Island (Jim & Kyoko’s yacht name is Also II).  Jim & Kyoko now lease part of the land and have started a boat building & repair ‘business’.  They are also in the process of starting up a coconut processing plant.  Both ventures assist Cawaro village by providing jobs and supplies.  We heard about Also Island & Cawaro village through Jim’s SSB Radio Schedule which he hosts every morning.  The island & village sounded great, the winds were right, so we went for it.

It was a beautiful sail over from Rabi, one of the few times I’ve actually enjoyed being underway! Anchoring in the thick, soft mud was a challenge (the hook wouldn’t set), but we finally managed by daisy chaining two anchors together.  The area reminded us a bit of the Lau group, with mushroom shaped islands & rocks, only instead of limestone, these mushrooms seemed to be formed from white & beige sands, weathered into intricate designs.

Palagi: The Fijian word for a person from overseas.  While it technically describes any overseas visitor, it is typically only used for white visitors.

Our first visit to Cawaro (pronounced Thawaro)

Jim took us & Shadowfax over to Cawaro to present our Sevusevu.  As we turned into the bay that fronts Cawaro we could spot a number of children anxiously watching our arrival.  Looking up the hillside into the village, we could see more children and some adults, eagerly looking out to see who was visiting.  We weren’t even out of the boat before the older children began waving, smiling, & yelling out BULA!  As we clamored up the muddy banks we shook hands and said hello to the excited children.  The younger children shyly smiled and didn’t say much, but they wouldn’t let us out of their sight.  And so the parade began.  Like the Pied Piper we made our way up into the village, more and more children gathering (and following) behind us as we went.  And it wasn’t just the children who were so intrigued by the Palagi's.  Every house we walked by the adults popped out to greet us and shake our hands.

We finally made it to the chief's house.  We dutifully presented our yaqona (kava root) and after some small talk made our way out to see the rest of Cawaro.  It seemed that just about EVERYONE was waiting outside to see us.  More and more people gathered, smiles radiating from all around us.  Even now, months later, those huge smiles are still prominent in my memory.  Our parade continued even as we made our way back to our boats.  And as we motored away the children remained on the bank enthusiastically waving goodbye!

There are very few places in the world where you’ll find people so welcoming, friendly, and sharing.  In the Fijian culture it is a huge deal to make visitors feel welcome.  They want to shake your hand, learn your name, and invite you into their homes.  Trust & friendship is instant instead of earned.  They are a community that look over not only each other but anyone who might be stopping by.

 A visit to the school

Not ever village in Fiji has a school.  Cawaro village has one of the larger schools we’ve seen, largely due to the fact that it is a boarding school.  The district contains both primary (years 5 - 12) and secondary (years 13 - 18) schools. Children from neighboring villages are boated in and dorm on the school grounds, returning home for breaks & some holidays.  Some villages might only have a primary school, and therefore the children aren’t sent off to school until they reach the secondary level.  As in the States, the schools are divided into classes.  This particular school had about 4 primary classes and 4 secondary classes.  The average class size appeared to be about 12 students, with the largest class being primary class 1 (the youngest) which had about 20 students.  (Picture to left is the view looking out from the school, not bad eh?)

Kyoko had arranged for Eagle Dancer to visit the school, and since we had arrived invited us along.  Not knowing what we were getting into, we agreed to go.  It was on the way that we learned she wanted us to speak (yikes) to all the classes.  And we were even more shocked when we learned that we wouldn’t be going as one big Palagi group … we would split up and visit the classes individually (or by yacht anyway) .. it would be just Chris & I, alone, talking about who knows what!  I played up the male dominant culture and let (‘er made) Chris do most the talking!

We spent the morning visiting the four secondary classes … babbling away for about 30 minutes in each class.  Using a little blow up globe we traced our route from America to Fiji.  We were usually able to drag a question or two from the shy children – we got a lot of questions about the schools in America (what are they like, are they like the Fijian schools, etc).  We also got a lot of family related questions (do you have children, how many brother’s and sister’s do you have, etc).  Our family sizes must seem puny compared to their families of eight and more!  We got a few general questions about what America was like … what we found difficult was trying to convey what a great thing they have in their small village.  How special their community & family ties are, and how so much of that commitment has been lost in America.  It must seem foolish to them to see these two people who look to have so much (materialistically),  expressing how great Fiji is and telling them how lucky they are to live here!  We talked a bit about what it was like to live on a boat and sail across the ocean, alone so much of the time.  In one class, after realizing that they were studying mathematics and that the current problem they were working on dealt with coastal navigation, Chris used the white board to do a simplified demonstration on how celestial navigation works ...  He got a lot of grins and laughs from the children as he use the whiteboard to sketch out the basics!

After lunch we returned with Shadowfax to hit the Primary classes, this time opting to stay together to help speed things along.  The primary students don’t speak as much English (class 1 & 2 really don’t really speak any), so we did less talking and more smiling!  If you ever wanted to try out your comedy act, come to a Fijian school.  It seemed that no matter what we said (in both the primary & secondary classes), we could get the children laughing away.  Maybe we just look goofy!  We did get stumped by one of the younger classes, when we asked for any questions and one little boy stood up and asked, “What’s the capital of California?”  We were so surprised by the question that it took us a few seconds to even spit out an answer.  The entire class erupted in laughter as we [briefly] stood their dumbfounded.  Luckily we did get it right (even if delayed)!  We were a little faster on the draw when he followed it up with “What’s the capital of New Zealand?” … but after that we stopped asking for any more questions!

I think we pretty much closed down the primary school when we arrived.  Seeing us, the children ran to the windows to peer out, rapidly talking in Fijian ... we could make out the word “Palagi” quite a bit!  By the time we were visiting the last class, there were more children outside, peering through the windows to watch, then in the class itself!  Talking with one of the teachers, she said that the children would remember our visit “forever”.  That when they returned to their villages we’d be ‘the talk of the town’.  That it was indeed a very special event for the kids.  I hadn’t really thought our visit would be a big thing for them … even now it’s hard to fathom.  I wonder if they realize the impact they have/had on us!

After each visit the students would sing us a song or two.  I was just about tackled in the youngest primary class when I played back their version of “Wheels on the Bus” on our video recorder.  As with photos, they love to see themselves ‘on screen’!  All in all it was a terrific day!  We were quite impressed by all the teachers, their respect for each other and the students, and the respect the students showed not only to us, but the teachers.

Church

Sunday did not start off so well.  Chris & I were both lacking good sleep due to the gusty winds the previous two nights.  It wasn’t so much worry over the boat or its safety, but rather the sudden swing followed by the subsequent slam as Billabong tacked from side to side, abruptly stopping at the end of the chain.  This, along with the sound of a high speed train barreling through the rigging caused by the 40 knot gusts that were blasting through, made it difficult to sleep.  We decided to move the boat around the corner to a spot that we thought would offer protection from the tunnel effect [of wind] that we were currently getting.  To add to the fun it was pissing down rain.  Getting soaked, we motored around the corner and were quite pleased with the somewhat calmer conditions.  Pleased until our fourth attempt at anchoring, and the hook wasn’t even grabbing the tiniest bit … no matter how slow we backed down the anchor just dragged along in the soft muddy bottom.  Even daisy chaining two anchors together didn’t help a bit.  Finally we ‘gave up’ and motored back around to our original spot.  By now it was nearing 10a.m. and we were supposed to be heading off with the other boats to attend Church.  Normally we would’ve just skipped out, but Tokasa (one of the locals) was expecting us, and was preparing our post-church meal (a big deal in Fiji).  Chris took the helm while I ran below to change.  He then threw out our anchors while I backed down.  Of course, it didn’t hold, but Chris figured we were good enough for him to handle the rest alone (better for only one of us to cancel on Tokasa then both of us).  I couldn’t believe how much it was pouring down.  There was no way for any of us stay dry on the ride over to the village … we were quite the soggy mess when we finally arrived.

Even the rain didn’t seem to dampen the local’s smiles though.  Quite a few people (children especially) still came out to greet us and escort us in.  The service felt a bit long, when you consider that it was a muggy day, we were sitting there soaking wet, and the service was in Fijian!  But the singing, as with most of the South Pacific, was terrific.  We were honored by an official welcome and a little introduction, and after the service we stood inside the little alcove shaking everyone’s hands.  We made our way to Tokasa’s house where she had laid out a Fijian feast.  Like in Tonga, when you are invited to a meal, you will usually be eating alone (or with the other guests).  The hosts serve you and then sit aside and watch you eat.  It didn’t seem quite as awkward this time around since there were six of us eating (Patrick from Eagle Dancer, Karl & Julie from Shadowfax, and Jim & Kyoko, plus myself) … much more comfortable then the time in Tonga when it was a family of 10 staring at just Chris & I!!!  There are no tables & chairs, rather the meal is set out on a woven mat (along the floor) and everyone sits crossed legged around the “table”.  For the most part they eat with their hands, although they do tend to put out a fork or spoon for their Palagi guests!

Fijian village food is not my favorite.  Cassava, a potato-like root crop, is their staple … dry &without much flavor you can get it down, but it’s not entirely pleasant (although it is filling).  We found the key to Cassava is a lot of salt!  Cassava is also used for dipping and soaking in the more fluid dishes (coconut milk especially) … this too helps to mask the dryness & blandness of cassava.  Taro and Taro leaves are another big item, Taro leaves are a bit like spinach, and in my unofficial cruiser poll it seems to be about 50-50 as to who likes it or not.  The leaves might be cooked in coconut milk, or tuna, mackerel or corned hash might be added to it.  While the flavor is okay, it tends to be just a bit too mushy for me.  Sometimes, especially for guests, they’ll try to catch some fish, or in this case clams.  The fish tends to be pretty good, usually cooked & served in coconut milk.  Whether you like it or not, you tend to feel a bit obligated to eat a fair amount.  After all they went through a lot of effort to put the meal together, and when you realize how little they have and what this meal is “costing” them (monetarily or in pure resources), you feel almost guilty.  You know they need the food more than you, and if something special (like fish) is served it just adds to the ‘guilt’.  I don’t think it's even crossing their minds though … they give & share without a second thought as to what they might be giving up.

Tokasa and her family are a real joy to be around.  She is always laughing and smiling, although she can be a bit ‘violent’ in showing affection (roughly hugging you, punching your arm, or shaking you around).  Bruised or not, you can’t help but laugh & smile back!  She lives with her husband, two daughters, and three grandchildren … all in a two room house (basically a kitchen & a living/sleeping room).  After dinner hot tea was served and we all sat around lazily talking and resting.  It was still pouring down rain.  Jim wanted to get to the island to make sure they had their rain catcher going, so he and Karl took off, while the rest of us opted to try and wait for a dry spell.

Kyoko took Julie & I to the women’s meeting (occurs every Sunday after Church).  This meeting is also in Fijian, so we felt a bit awkward just sitting there staring around.  A few small children also attended the meeting (w/ their mothers) and so Julie and I took to making faces and waving at the children.  Two of the little girls actually came and sat right in front of us (facing us) and just sat and stared … and stared … and stared!!!  When the official part of the women’s meeting was over, more children showed up and we could finally play some games!  We covered Thumb Wars, This Little Piggy, The Itsy-Bitsy spider, arm wrestling, Motor Car, Head – Shoulders – Knees - & Toes, and more.  Thumb wars seemed to be the biggest hit – for all ages.  I especially seemed to bond with the two little girls who had originally been staring at us.  They were climbing all over me and loved all the new games we tried.  Nau (pronounced like “now”) was like a little parrot, only four years old she didn’t know much English, but should could mimic just about anything you said.   I would say “Hi, how are you?” and she’d respond “Hi, how are you?”.  “My name is KT” … “My name is KT”, “No what’s your name” … “No, what’s your name”.  It was hilarious … and impressive (even if she didn’t know what she was saying).  By the time Jim finally came back to get us (and thankfully the rain had stopped), we had about 15 children laughing and playing and were having a great time.  As we went to leave I couldn’t get Nau to let go of me … no matter what I tried she just kept hanging on.  One of the ladies said “Oh, you can just take her!”.  I kind of looked at her and laughed thinking I had misheard or misunderstood, when Nau’s mother said, “Yes, you can have her”.  Well I just laughed it off and made my escape … not sure if they were serious or not.  In the Fijian culture children and family are very important.  If one has a brother or sister who has not yet had children, then they might end up ‘giving’ one or more of their own children to that brother or sister to raise.  They can’t fathom that people would choose to NOT have children … and it is even a bit strange to them that Chris and I say we want children but are “waiting”.  I have read of an occurrence (albeit in 1980 or so) where a Fijian family did truly attempt to give a cruising couple one of their children, because that cruising couple had no children of their own!  I wasn’t sure if I had said “okay” if they would’ve really let me ‘have’ Nau, but I wasn’t about to go there (no matter how cute & adorable)!!!

 Goodbyes

Nine days after our arrival at Also Island & Cawaro Village, we felt it was a good time to move on.  Besides the above, we had enjoyed quite a bit of time hanging around with Jim & Kyoko on Also Island, eating lunch or having tea with them and some of the workers (from Cawaro).  I had kayaked a bit.  And Chris & I had enjoyed a lovely hike.  The last four days had been wet & windy, and finally the weather was looking better.  We headed to the village with Shadowfax to say our goodbyes.  First stopping at the school to hand out a few printed photos from our previous visit (which the LOVED), and then walking over to the village.  It seemed that EVERYONE in the village came out to say goodbye.  We gave out our address (or rather our parent’s addresses!) to some of the older children who wanted to write and, as with our arrival, shook a lot of hands!