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Vunisei Village

Sevusevu at Vunisei, Kadavu

We leave Yadu Island riding a huge high from our manta experience and head to the large island of Kadavu.  About six or seven weeks ago, we visited the south side of Kadavu, but we did not have a chance to visit the north side.  We motor-sailed 12nm from Yadu to the bay of Tomba Ni Ndaku and visit the Vunisei village. 

It was a beautiful, calm day to be out on the water.  A slight downwind run with clear, sunny skies.  We arrived the bay of Tomba Ni Ndaku around 1400, dropped the hook in a nook of the bay and headed into the village of Vunisei to do sevusevu.  Can you see the village in the lower photo tucked in the mangroves?

Vunisei Bay, Kadavu

Vunisei Bay, Kadavu

The village of Vunisei is not really visible from our anchorage.  We have to weave our way through a lot of mangroves before the beautiful village is revealed.  On our way in we encounter a panga with loads of kids happy to wave and shout “BULA” to us.

Welcome to the Village

We’ve been in Fiji now for almost 3 months and have performed the “short” sevusevu a dozen times.  But each ceremony has been the short-condensed version where the chief receives us, claps 3x, prays, welcomes us to the village, and we have a short chat.  However, this time, we get the privilege of a full and complete sevusevu ceremony!

We are greeted by Joe, the chief’s son who takes us to the town hall where the ceremony is to take place.  Joseph, the chief arrives along with the torang-ni-koro (headman), and 7 other men in the village.  Yep, I am the only woman present.

We politely explain that this is our first full sevusevu ceremony hoping they explain what they are doing along the way — which they happily did.

Sevusevu

The fresh kava root that we gifted to the chief is handed to his son Joe to pound into powder (step 1, upper left corner).  It is placed in a metal cylinder which is in a hole in the floor. He then uses a steel metal shaft to pound it into the cylinder.  Matt thinks he used a propeller shaft from a boat because it looked remarkably similar.

Step 2 includes placing the freshly ground powder into the tree bark (see the dried tree bark on the kava bowl in the upper right corner photo).  The tree bark is long and sort of looks like hair but is wicked strong.  Water is added and then the powder is all rolled and rolled and rolled amongst the tree bark in the water.  Infusing the kava with the taste and smell of the bark. This is new to us as we were told and had seen other villages use a tea towel instead of the tree bark.

Step 3 is when the liquid is cleaned and all powder residue is removed using the tree bark.

Step 4 is the final preparation for the grog.  All remnants of the kava root and tree bark are gone and the grog is ready to consume.  Using a coconut cup, the first one is handed to the chief, then the toranga-ni-koro, then me!  Oh dear, no pressure, please don’t gag or make a face.

The Grog and its effects

I clap once, say “bula”, and gulp the entire cup in one go, then clap 3x and say “Vinaka.”  I think to myself, “well done.”  Next up is Matt.  This is his first-time tasting grog and I am curious to see how it goes.  He somehow manages to dribble a wee bit down his chin, but other than that it goes swimmingly well. 

The cup is passed around a second time before we are able to extract ourselves politely.

Within a few minutes of drinking the second cup we feel a slight numbing sensation in our mouth, tongue, and throat.  It did not last long, maybe 30-45 minutes.  Keep in mind that the villagers do not drink, this is their recreational drink of choice.

Vunisei School

We walk to the top of the mountain just behind the village to visit the school.  I had brought a few school supplies for the teachers and wanted to present them personally.

From the hilltop, we had gorgeous views of both Kadavu village and Vunisei village.

On the way back to the town hall we came across loads of children.  There are 70 people who live in the village and about 25 of them are children.

Back to the Boat

We go back to the village chief and leaders and politely thank them for their hospitality and for walking us through the entire sevusevu ceremony.  They had wanted us to stay for more kava but 2 cups is all I can take so we graciously declined.

The water was flat calm when we left.  I just can’t get over how beautiful the entrance and exit is to this village.  What a lovely way to come home every day.

Matt got out the drown and took some beautiful photos at sunset.  And it just keeps getting better and better as the sun goes down.

Tomba Ni Ndaku is a beautiful anchorage with a lovely village!  We were invited to church the next day, but unfortunately, we had to move on to our next adventure.

We prepared to leave the next day at dawn and were greeted with a gorgeous moon set.

The events from this blog occurred in early September 2022.  Our blog posts run 6-8 weeks behind actual events.  We play with the manta rays while they eat and get cleaned.  Check out this blog post!

Fulanga and the Cave of Bones

Matt and I make another overnight sail from Bavatu to Fulanga (which is also known as Fulanga and Vulaga / Vulanga).  It is only a 100nm sail but we have to time the exit from Bavatu pass and the entry to the Fulanga pass during slack tide which makes it an overnight.

The sail was relatively easy as it started with 17-18kts of wind from the NE giving us a tremendous boat speed of 8-9kts.  We kept enjoying the fast speeds as we knew we would lose the wind later in the day.  About 6 hours later the wind dropped to 8-9kts and then it dropped even lower to 5-6kts.  We did our best to squeak miles out under sail before it got to slow forcing us to turn an engine on.  We arrived just as planned at 0700 which was perfect timing for the pass.  We were traveling with 3 other boats and we all entered with no problems.

The Village

After securing a prime spot for anchoring, we all headed into the village to do our sevusevu (a requirement).  We all brought out sulu (which is a parero / sarong) and our bundle of kava (which the locals make into a drink) and dinghied 20-minutes across the lagoon to the landing.  We tied the dinghy up, removed our hats, put on our sulu and followed the path to the village (a 20-25-minute walk).  Along the way we met many villagers who each stopped, shook our hand and introduced themselves.  So friendly!

We do a short version of Sevusevu because the men are holding a village meeting.  They offer us kava to drink, but we declined as it was a huge crowd and huge bowl of kava and we did not want to try it for the first time with an audience.

After we present our gifts of kava and $50F (for community repairs and support), we are introduced to our host family.  Our host family, Nico and Lucy offer us ridiculously hot tea and cakes and tell us about the village.

There are two villages within walking distance of each other.  Each village has an “Artisan Market.”  Evidently all the men are wood carvers and they give it to the market to sell to help provide for the village.  I purchased a pretty floral bowl, a small carved turtle and a hammerhead tooth (for Jake Martin).

Cave of Bones

There are many things to enjoy in Fulanga, but a must see is the “Cave of Bones.”  We ask our host family if we can go see this cave and visit one of the lookout points.  They arrange for a guide (as they are older and cannot take us themselves).  Our guide is the host family for one of our cruising friends so we all go together.  Balé is very sweet and takes his time walking us up the rocky terrain.  It is a short, but super steep hike up the mountain.  We walked 4.3 miles, went up about 23 floors and managed about 12k steps.

The cave opening is a wee bit small that you have to climb into.  It is surrounded by lava rock which tends to snag your clothing and skin.

Inside the cave are lots of skulls, femurs, and other miscellaneous bones.  Matt decided one skull looked better with his hat and glasses.

It was kind of cool yet super creepy to hold the skulls in your hand.  They seemed so very small to me.

Of course, you have to have a skull and cross bones image too.

Another short, steep hike up the hill to the look out and it was well worth the effort.  One view overlooks the anchorage and the overlooks the two villages.

Here is our group of hikers, Matt and I and our friends on Rapture, Greg and Susan.

The Anchorage

Like many of the other Lao group islands, Fulanga has many towering rocks that jet out of the sea to the sky.  They are covered with palm trees and bushes and completely break up the lagoon.

We find a beautiful spot to anchor away from the other boats, but close enough to our friends that we can dinghy over for dinner.

This sign made me laugh…it is located outside the medical clinic (read the last line)

Dinner on Anima

We met some new friend and old friends (whom we know from French Polynesia) and had dinner onboard Anima.  It was “Rapture”, “Sea Jay”, and “Anima”.  Manuel and Thomas prepared a traditional Portuguese meal with some fresh fish they caught!

We enjoy a Fijian celebration of “lovo” at the bay of Bavatu after hiking 271 steps!  This blog occurred end of June.  Our blog posts are 10-12 weeks after actual events occurred. 

Fijian Culture Part II

Be sure to read our last blog post, Fijian Culture: Part I as it introduces sevusevu and the kava ritual. 

Sevusevu

Sevusevu marks the time and place for visitors to seek acceptance into a Fijian village.  This usually happens in the outer islands (Lao Group, Mamanuca, Yasawa, Kadavu & Beqa) or basically any island other than Viti Levu and Vanua Levu.

Fijian culture requires us to ask permission to anchor or swim in the waters of the island and to walk ashore.  The sevusevu ceremony allows visitors to be presented to the chief along with their gift of kava.  Once this is done, the visitor is then accepted into the village and has the same rights as the locals of that village (unless otherwise instructed).

How does it work for cruisers like Matt and I?  When we arrive to a new outer island, a turaga ni koro (pronounced too-ranga nee koro), headman, greets you at the beach or the outskirts of the village.  We hand our half kilo of kava (bundle of roots/sticks pre-packaged into an acceptable amount) to the turaga ni koro.  He then walks us to the chief’s house.  We leave our shoes outside and sit on the woven mat placed in the center of the house.  Men are placed in front, women in back.

Men must sit crossed legged while women must sit with their legs tucked under them.  All the while, not showing your knees.

Presentation to the Chief

The turaga ni koro will present our gift of kava and us to the chief. The chief claps three times announcing that he is going to speak and then he makes a speech of welcome (long or short in English or Fijian depending on the chief).  He then claps three times ending the speech. 

Depending on the chief and the village, we either perform the full sevusevu ceremony or we are given a condensed version, where we are allowed to ask questions, then depart.   Most will do the short version without the drinking of kava.  This allows us to ask questions about the village and tell them what we would like to do on their island (hike, swim, see the school, etc…).

Sevusevu and Kava

Fijian culture requires us to participate if we are asked to sit through a full sevusevu ceremony, including the drinking of kava, then a new process is followed.  At the center of the mat is another man who will have been “working” the kava.  Using a tea towel, they will dip it into the special wooden bowl and ring it out with kava (fluid).  Repeating over and over.  The kava liquid looks like muddy water.

A small cup or bowl will be handed to the men first (then the women).  You are required to clap once, say “Bula”,  gulp the entire thing down at once, and then clap three times.

The kava can taste anywhere from muddy water to a benign taste (depends on the village).  It does have a strange aftertaste and within 10-15 seconds your mouth, lips, and/or tongue will go numb.

Once everyone has participated in kava, you are allowed to ask your questions.  Nobody is allowed to leave or stand until the chief does.  It can be challenging to find a way to be excused so the best thing to do is to ask to see the village or the school (as that offer cannot easily be refused).

To be accepted into the village brings certain obligations and you must behave and dress accordingly.  A formal farewell, plus a thank-you, on leaving relieves the village of any further responsibility for you.

Some villages have begun asking for donations on top of the kava.  The donations range from $25F to $50F.  The village uses this money to rebuild or replace the community buildings, buy fuel for generators, and other communal items.

Kava (yaqona)

Kava (also called yaqona) is an integral part of Fijian culture.  It comes from the roots of the pepper plant, which are ground to a powder in a sort of giant pestle and mortar. Then (this is where it gets a bit disgusting!) it goes into what looks to foreign eyes like an old tea towel, water is poured on/squeezed through to a certain strength – and when the whole thing looks just like muddy dish water, guess what? You get to drink it!

And if you think that’s bad enough, in the past the roots were first chewed by young women to soften them prior to the addition of water!). It is mildly narcotic and has a numbing effect on lips and tongue. The locals call it ‘grog’ and it is widely drunk throughout Fiji and other South Pacific countries. Only recently have the Fijian Police been banned from drinking it while on duty!

They will sit cross-legged on specially woven mats around the kava bowl – frequently, but not always, a special wooden bowl which may be beautifully carved and of some antiquity – and pass the stuff round in a half coconut shell.

I know some of these photos are duplicated, but it is worth pointing out the color of the liquid!

Experiencing Sevusevu and Kava

The first few sevusevu ceremonies we attended were the short version where we were not asked or required to share in the kava consumption.  Must admit that we were mildly relieved as we had much anticipation around drinking muddy water.

Waitui Marina hosted a Fiji night where we could “try” kava in the safety of our cruiser friends (and not offend the chief’s or headmen).  So, several of us brave girls gave it a try (most of the men abstained-chicken $hits that they are!)  But look at our faces after the drink.

As it turned out, it was not “that bad.”  Your lips and mouth get a little numb but that is about it.

The interesting thing is that Fijians don’t drink liquor, wine, or beer.  In the outer villages it is frowned upon.  They just consume their “grog.”  There is no “drunk effect” but there is a quiet euphoria.  We were told that most men don’t start drinking it until early twenties.  Yes, some “try” it at the age of 15/16, but they are not required to sit in sevusevu until their 20’s. 

Evidently, it takes consuming it daily for a few weeks before you get to the true euphoric state.  Once there, you have to continue to consume it otherwise you will have a wretched hang over 10x worse than from drinking (we are told).

Did you catch Part I of Fijian Culture?  We share the Fijian tradition of clothing, language, and lovo.  Events from this blog occurred around the end of June.  Our blog posts run 10-12 weeks behind actual events.