Fiji Finale

Viti Levu 

Viti Levu, Fiji's largest island, is referred to as 'the mainland'. It has a thriving capital city, a significant international airport, and plenty of resorts. Our destination was Vuda Marina on the southwest coast--a prime place for cruisers to work on their boats and provision for passages to the next country on their itinerary.

Boats are squeezed into a tiny shallow basin;
awkward, but it works

                                                                                                

Taking an open-air bus to nearby Lautoka for provisioning 

Sign in one of the buses we took
(we thought the transmission on this one might fail before we made it to our destination,
 but it ended up picking up passengers from another bus stranded along the road)

This is sugar cane country, and we both rode and hiked through it:

Rows of plants ready for harvest

Fields are burned to clear them enough to be harvested manually
(the EPA would not approve)

Cane is stacked in carts on small trains that run much of the day
(the sides of the carts are just wooden tree trunks)

We didn't want to leave Fiji without seeing Suva, the largest city in the tropical South Pacific, so we took a side trip by bus (an air-conditioned express bus this time). The 5-hour journey took us along the southern Coral Coast from the dry western side, past huge sand dunes, through many small villages, and into the lush rainforest of the eastern half of the island.

Suva itself was much nicer than we expected: large enough to have many attractions yet compact enough to get around easily, and remarkably well-kept.

Waterway through the city out to the large commercial harbor

The Grand Pacific Hotel was indeed grand
(no, we did not stay there)

Though we did stay here, at the South Seas Private Hotel

...with a classic veranda and nice garden 

As always, I was most enthralled by the central market, full of color and action:

This woman is stringing live black crabs for sale
(the straw in the upper left is a Fiji-style broom)

We always try things to eat that we've never seen before.
The results are mixed, but it's always interesting

We also enjoyed the excellent Fiji Museum and celebrated my birthday at a nice Indian restaurant. Nearly half of Fiji's population has Indian roots, so there were plenty to choose from!

 In addition to food, Indian influence is evident in the many mosques and Hindu shrines:

Individual Hindu shrines dot the countryside;
taken from a bus, this photo shows a pair of them in two consecutive yards

This splendid and famous temple is in Nadi:

Visitors are loaned wraps to cover the legs
(yes, that's Art)

No photos were allowed inside--but given this exterior,
you can imagine how ornate
the indoor paintings and sculptures are 

In keeping with our being in the right place at the right time, we were anchored at Saweni Bay (near Vuda) when a large and colorful festival materialized on shore. It turned out to be honoring Lord Ganesh; clay idols of the elephant-headed god of wisdom and prosperity were given to the sea, along with much enthusiastic chanting. How fortunate were we that many different temples chose to celebrate in the bay right next to our boat!

Everyone in Vuda Marina is waiting. Some are waiting for a weather window to sail to the next country; all the other cruisers are waiting for parts or repairs.

Waiting isn't fun, but it's a chance to get around to B List Projects like oil changes and deep cleaning
(Or: How a short person reaches the bottom of the fridge)

We did both, but we decided to leave the marina for a while and check out a couple of the Yasawa Islands on Fiji's western perimeter. It was an unexpected opportunity to visit that area, and meant we now had visited all of Fiji's major cruising grounds.

The Yasawa Group

The Yasawas gave us a very different view of Fiji, both geographically and culturally. Western Fiji is quite dry; we soaked up the sunshine and swam often. It's also much more developed. The climate and profuse reefs have attracted tourists for decades, and now there are resorts clustered on almost every beach.

Though it's green, the foliage is much more sparse here
(the pass is just out of view to the left)

Our first stop was at Drawaqa Island, near a place dubbed Manta Ray Pass. It turned out to be an amazingly serendipitous stop! It was a beautiful anchorage; we had to choose between looking at a cliff on one side, or a reef and expanse of ocean on the other. Sigh...And yes, there were mantas! We had the best show on the first day, when there were at least six of them feeding in the pass, oval mouths wide open as they scooped up plankton. Four of them turned slow somersaults over and over, just beneath us--a truly stunning sight.

Manta Ray Resort, just past the anchorage, is a backpacker destination--i.e. casual and welcoming to sea gypsies like us. We took advantage of the happy hour + pizza one evening, feeling very pampered compared to the boat!

A cruising mantra is that what we do is not a vacation--
but sometimes we get lucky and it feels like one for a while!
(the non-vacation part: this photo does not show Art hauling up 160' of chain by hand the day before
because the windlass broke, or show him spending the next two days
engineering a repair)

Another gift from this anchorage was getting to see the legendary Green Flash. It is difficult for cruisers to witness, requiring a clear horizon at sunset (sailing weather almost always means horizons at sea have low clouds); some veterans have never seen it at all. Conditions were perfect, though, and we got to see it twice! Who needs a pot of gold?

Our final island visit was to Wayasewa, where we enjoyed mingling in the village for a few days. We shared music with the school (we played instruments for them, they sang for us), participated in a BBQ fundraiser for the school, drank kava and danced with the women, and played with the kids. Hearing "Bula, Nancie!" when we came for subsequent visits--welcomed as friends--was definitely heartwarming.

Presenting our gift of kava
(informally, since the mayor was away from the village)

Kids washing dishes after the fundraiser

Dancing at the kava party

They used a split fishing float for a kava bowl.
This girl was enamored of our music & instruments!
Her mom tried my violin,
and the daughter learned some chords on Art's ukulele

Saying farewell to Rachael, our village host

All the children wanted to hold hands, touch my long hair and play with us,
but Rachael's grandchildren usually got to us first

From there it was back to Vuda Marina--to wait again (this time for a weather window).

But now we must leave for good; it's unlikely we will ever return to Fiji. From the gorgeous islands to the friendly people, this is a magnificent place to have lingered. Our hearts will swell as we are serenaded with one final Isa Lei and head out the channel to the open ocean...