A Day Amongst the Cannibals
Where I stayed
Warwick Fiji Resort & Spa
After lunch we toured the village and watch how they weave floor mats, open coconuts and make tapestry from native dyes
. Our host also shared stories about the days of cannibalism with us. Apparently in the 1800's there was a very fierce chief (pictured below) who ate human flesh. He even 'cultivated' a special group of the tribe to only eat and sleep in order to fatten them up. When the chief wanted some protein, members of this special tribe would volunteer to be 'served' at the chiefs table. It was considered a great honor to be picked. Also pictured is the only white man who ever lived with the tribe. His name was Harry Danford. He came from England and was able to assimilate with the tribe. Some of the tribesmen wanted to eat him as they wanted to try 'white meat' but the chief and Harry were friends and he would not permit it. Harry lived with the tribe for 30 years and never returned home. He also took a native wife and had 3 children. I tell this because interestingly all the people in the village have the last name and are descendants of Mr. Danford.
Once we left the village, we boated upstream to a waterfall for swimming and took a raft ride on a bamboo Billi Billi. Bili means push so the raft is called a push, push. We returned to our hotel around 5pm just in time for a dip in the pool and a wonderful dinner at the Italian restaurant with seaside view. You just can't beat this! "Moo-th" or goodbye as they say in Fijian, Jean and John
Monday was a cultural day. We were picked up at our hotel for an hour ride to the Navua River in Fiji. Once there we boarded a small power boat with 2 other couples from Australia. We cruised up the river which was sometimes calm and sometimes full of small rapids and rock. We docked at a small village where they put on an indigenous portrayal of native life in the 1800's. They beat the native wood drums upon our arrival in traditional grass skirts. We had the traditional Kava Ceremony where the chief drinks the kava and then offers it to his guests. The women in our group had to sit behind the men (our significant others) and were only served after the men. Believe me that is the only time that is going to happen-ha, ha! We were then served a traditional lunch that was cooked in the lovo style. A lovo is a pit in the ground where they put in hot rocks and coals. Banana leaves and palm leaves are wrapped around the food and on top of it to keep the heat in. Finally more dirt is put on top to seal the lovo, a picture is included.