Net fishing in the Fulaga lagoon

A crack team consisting of seven locals and five yachties set off in three dinghies on Saturday morning for a spot of fishing. The preferred method here is to use a net with floats at the top and lead weights at the bottom (it's about 40m long by 1.5m deep); it's manoeuvred into position in 1m deep water by two people, one at either end, and the rest of the team thrash the water to drive the fish into it. As the 'thrashers' get closer, the net controllers pull the net into a circle and join the two ends before snorkellers swim around inside it to drive the fish into the meshes. It's amazingly effective and great fun to be part of the process.

 

Our haul amounted to about 30 fish, a baby black-tipped shark and a small sting-ray. The village ate well that day and the three yacht crews got a couple of fish each.

All dressed up, Fulaga-style

We have a little data left on our account at the end of the month so here are a few photos...

 

In the village we're expected to dress in accordance with local expectations; the missionaries brought standards of long dresses, covered shoulders and knees to the people of Fiji and today the people find western skimpy clothes embarrassing. Men are expected to wear sulus – usually brightly-coloured skirts wrapped around the waist and knotted at the front and on Sundays and other special occasions, there are formal sulus made in pinstripe suit material.

 

Graham scored extra points at church with his formal sulu plus shirt and tie; the Chief's brother wanted a photo with him!

 

The other dress-up event was a meke – a dancing event in the second village – where we were presented with beautifully fragrant garlands.

 

 

The warmth of the Fulagan welcome

Above: the anchorage; Bale and Akosita aboard Maunie

 

Both of us had felt a few slight misgivings about returning to Fulaga; after such a wonderful experience here last year, would it be an anti-climax and, with the tragic death last year of our host and dear friend, Meli, would we be overcome with sadness? We need not have worried. After five days here we are feeling as though we never left and the warmth of the welcome given to us has been overwhelming.

 

We went ashore on Wednesday morning to present our sevusevu with 5 other boats - Ithaka (Scotland), Anico & Antares (Germany) and Ranganui (NZ), all Fulaga virgins.  At the beach, waiting for us, were Alfreti and Mini, Meli's younger brothers, who led us into the village; on the 1-mile path we met lots of familiar faces and we received wonderful, big hugs and happy smiles and just everyone remembered our names (including many of the school kids when we walked past the playground). Luckily we remembered most of the names of those who greeted us. The other cruisers must have wondered what we did here last time as we certainly felt like the returning prodigals!!

 

One of the village elders,Tai, did the introduction of all the new visitors to Chief Daniel (now 89 but looking very well) who seemed to be very pleased to see us and was all smiles. He became very solemn during the sevusevu ceremony (conducted entirely in Fijian, punctuated with resonant hand-claps (known as cobos) and, at the end, shook hands with each of us in turn and said 'Bula' (welcome) then, with a twinkle in his eye, pretended he didn't know Tai so shook his hand and said 'Bula' to him too.

 

The ceremony over, Tai arranged to take each yacht crew to meet their host family. He explained to us that we had 'jumped houses' (the task of hosting is done in strict rotation) as Alfeti and his wife Bale had asked to host us in memory of Meli; this was really touching  and they now live in Meli and Jiko's house where Pussy the cat is still there begging for food by putting a paw on your knee just as she did with Meli. It was a bit emotional to talk about Meli but lovely to be able to chat over lemon-leaf tea and delicious pancakes. Jiko is now living with her brother in her family village of Naividamu, across the lagoon so we'll see her there in the next few days.

 

Alfreti and Bale came aboard Maunie on that first evening as Alfetie had caught a big crab that morning and Bale had made delicious rotis. They bought with them their great-niece Akosita who is nearly three; she's living with them for a few months, a fairly common practice with the big families in Fiji. Once her shyness had worn off she was chatting and singing away to Dianne in the cabin. Alfreti and Bale spend quite a few months each year in Suva and Nadi; unlike his brothers, Alfreti left the island in his youth and spend 18 years in the city, but still calls Fulaga 'home'. Incidentally, our conversations with them illustrated the challenges we have in remembering names here'; we noticed that Bale and other locals called Alfreti 'Lutu'. "That's my middle name" he explained, "but some people in the village also call me 'Fere', it's my nickname." We have no chance!

 

So, lovely to be back and it's been full-on ever since we arrived. We've been dancing, fishing, playing volleyball and laughing a lot with the locals. More updates to follow, we'd better get ready for church this morning. 

 

 

The warmth of the Fulagan welcome

Above: the anchorage; Bale and Akosita aboard Maunie

 

Both of us had felt a few slight misgivings about returning to Fulaga this year; after such a wonderful experience here, would it be an anti-climax and, with the tragic death last year of our host and dear friend, Meli, would we be overcome with sadness? We need not have worried. After five days here we are feeling as though we never left and the warmth of the welcome to us has been overwhelming.

 

We went ashore on Wednesday morning to present our sevusevu with 5 other boats - Ithaka (Scotland), Anico & Antares (Germany) and Raganui (NZ), all Fulaga virgins.  At the beach waiting for us were Alfreti and Mini, Meli's younger brothers, who led us into the village; on the 1-mile path we met lots of familiar faces and we received wonderful, big hugs and happy smiles and just everyone remembered our names (including many of the school kids when we walked past the playground). Luckily we remembered most of the names of those who greeted us. The other cruisers must have wondered what we did here last time as we certainly felt like the returning prodigals!!

 

One of the village elders,Tai, did the introduction of all the new visitors to Chief Daniel (now 89 but looking very well) who seemed to be very pleased to see us and was all smiles. He became very solemn during the sevusevu ceremony (conducted entirely in Fijian, punctuated with resonant hand-claps (known as cobos) and, at the end, shook hands with each of us in turn and said 'Bula' (welcome) then, with a twinkle in his eye, pretended he didn't know Tai so shook his hand and said 'Bula' to him too.

 

The ceremony over, Tai arranged to take each yacht crew to meet their host family. He explained to us that we had 'jumped houses' (the task of hosting is done in strict rotation) as Alfeti and his wife Bale had asked to host us in memory of Meli; this was really touching  and they now live in Meli and Jiko's house where Pussy the cat is still there begging for food by putting a paw on your knee just as she did with Meli. It was a bit emotional to talk about Meli but lovely to be able to chat over lemon-leaf tea and delicious pancakes. Jiko is now living with her brother in her family village of Naividamu, across the lagoon so we'll see her in the next few days.

 

Alfreti and Bale came aboard Maunie on that evening as Alfetie had caught a big crab that morning and Bale had made delicious rotis. They bought with them their great-niece Akosita who is nearly three; she's living with them for a few months, a fairly common practice with the big families in Fiji. Once her shyness had worn off she was chatting and singing away to Dianne in the cabin. Alfreti and Bale spend quite a few months each year in Suva and Nadi; unlike his brothers, Alfreti left the island in his youth and spend 18 years in the city, but still calls Fulaga 'home'. Incidentally, our conversations with them illustrated the challenges we have in remembering names here'; we noticed that Bale and other locals called Alfreti 'Lutu'. "That's my middle name" he explained, "but some people in the village also call me 'Fere', it's my nickname." We have no chance!

 

So, lovely to be back and it's been full-on ever since we arrived. We've been dancing, fishing, playing volleyball and laughing a lot. More updates to follow, we'd better get ready for church this morning. 

 

 

Back in the beautiful island of Fulaga

The trip down from Qamea was pretty good in spite of our slight misgivings at the forecast suggesting we'd sail into a low pressure trough this morning. We set off at 06.00 yesterday with Colin and Ana on Ithaka and once again found that Maunie could hold her own against a bigger (43ft) boat; we were well-matched for speed and had some lovely sailing in bright sunshine for most of the first day. You can see our route on http://www.yit.co.nz/yacht/maunieofardwall

 

During the night the first signs of the approaching weather system arrived in the form of sudden heavy rain and big shifts in the wind direction; it swung from ENE to NNW and then died so we motored for several hours in the night. At about 7.30 am the next stage was a sudden move to the SW and an increase to 15 knots to give us a great final couple of hours sailing towards the narrow pass into the Fulaga lagoon. By pure chance we met two more boats in the final approaches, the German yachts Anico and Antares, both of who we know, and there was a kind of holding-pattern, after-you, no-after-you moment as we contemplated the slightly tricky pass in drizzle and poor light conditions that would make visual identification of the reefs difficult.

 

As the only boat in the quartet to have been here before, Maunie led the way and, thankfully, our procession of boats made it safely into the beautiful anchorage. There were already some visiting boats here, but just five of them, so the villagers will be delighted at today's influx of newcomers. A fishing boat came past us just after we anchored and there was a lot of waving and shouts of "Bula, Graham & Dianne!!"

 

After a some recovery time for the rest of the day we will head in to the main village to present or sevusevu in the morning and to meet our host family this year. After his death last year, Meli's widow Jiko has apparently moved back to her family village across the other side of the lagoon so we hope to see her sometime in the next few days. That'll be an emotional reunion.

Just nipping to the shops...

This may be the last update with photos for a couple of weeks as, if all goes to plan, we'll be back in the remote island of Fulaga in a couple of days. There's no internet or mobile phone signal there but we'll still be able to send and receive emails via the satellite phone so will update the blog with stories.

Our evening in the village of Waibulu was entertaining with plenty of kava consumed and lots of laughter.

Colin looks delighted to receive a bilo of kava from John Valentine in the Chief's house; the Chief is on the right. John's great (x3) grandfather was a Scottish sandalwood trader who married the then Chief's daughter and then went on to marry several other Fijian girls!

Graham, in his best bula shirt and sulu, pounding the yagona roots to make kava.

Tom has a go. You thought Graham's shirt was loud!

We made it safely back to the boats after all that excitement.

The forecast looks ok to sail the 155nm to Fulaga tomorrow, though it looks as though we'll get a low pressure trough crossing us as we arrive so we are expecting some rain and squalls en route. We therefore decided to nip across to the shops this morning for some last-minute supplies and this involved a 2 hour sail each way with a very wet dinghy ride across from the anchorage in Matei to the shore. On the way across there was a big crash from the stern cabin followed by a rather nice smell; a cool box containing a few bottles of beer had catapulted across the floor when we rolled over a big wave with some casualties as a result. What a waste!

Meals on Keels

We are certainly glad that we came into Naiviivi Bay yesterday. It's a really well-protected, deep and narrow bay, surrounded by densely-wooded hills and thick mangroves at the shore. Last night the bad weather that we'd been watching on the forecasts finally arrived - after a very relaxed evening aboard Maunie, with the crews of Ithaka and Exit Strategy, the rain and wind arrived with a bang at 11.30pm.

Today, the clouds hang low over us and, every now and then, big gusts and rain squalls find their way down the valley to soak us. The view is very similar to that on the Google Earth picture of our anchorage on http://www.yit.co.nz/yacht/maunieofardwall !

Looking East towards the head of the bay

Looking West towards the entrance, with Exit Strategy in the foreground and the island of Taveuni, almost lost in the mist, in the background. You can just see the waves breaking on the reef - there are 4-5m swells reported by an unfortunate yacht on passage from Tonga this morning.

We took advantage of a brief break in the rain this morning to go ashore to present our sevusevu to the Chief in the nearest village, Waibulu. This traditional and formal ceremony involving our presenting a gift of a neatly-wrapped bundle of yagona root, used to make the Kava drink, would result in our welcome to the village as special guests and their protection and help if needed. Getting ashore looked like something of a challenge but luckily Colin and Ana had done the trip a couple of days ahead of us and kindly offered to act as guides.

Kim and Dianne in our dinghy. We knew that the falling tide would involve wading through sticky mud so left the outboard engine on Maunie; Colin and Ana gave us a tow up the narrow cut in the mangroves.

The sevusevu ceremony was fairly short but we were invited to tour the village and to return tomorrow evening for a 'fundraiser' event and to drink Kava; we will report on the delights of this in a future update! Two of the village women showed us around; the place is home to 200 people and is steadily growing in size thanks to employment offered in farming and fishing as well as at a couple of expensive resorts on the island. One house we visited was carpeted in AstroTurf (complete with white lines!) rather than the traditional pandanus mats. Mary giggled and explained that her husband works at the 7-Star (?) resort on the other side of the island where he looks after the golf course so this unusual floor covering was 'a bit left over'.

Though there's no nursing station in the village and all the houses are basic corrugated iron single-story affairs, there's a tiny shop selling a few basics and every household has a sizable area to grow their own vegetables. All the children go to a school in the biggest of the four villages in the bay, up until Year 6 when they have to move to a boarding secondary school over in Taveuni. Everyone we met looked fit and happy.

The growing of yagona is the main cash-generating industry of the village - one of the ladies explains the drying process and the need to put the roots under a building to protect them when it rains

Ana learning about the fabled "Raining Stone". Before the missionaries came along the people here believed it had special powers; slap it once and heavy rain will come within the hour. Our guide slapped it and it has been pouring down ever since!

Tour over and with nervous glances at the fast-receding tide we returned to the dinghies, pushed them through a few yards of thick mud to the water and managed to get back to the boats just as the rain really started to bucket down at lunchtime. However a brief respite a few minutes later saw the arrival of some wonderful entrepreneurship:

The British yacht Afar VI gets a visit

 A local open boat, known as fibers in these parts, did the rounds of the six yachts anchored here offering ready--cooked lunches!

Meals on Keels in action - at the outboard is Moses, the Chief of the next village, and the two folk in the middle of the boat had huge cooking pots at their feet

Lunch for $5 (about £1.65). Clockwise from top: Salmon, cassava, onions, chilli, lemon, fried aubergine and, in the centre, cassava leaves cooked with coconut milk.

We'd just finished our lunch but took two plates of this lovely-looking grub and put them in the fridge for tonight's supper.