The Lost Fiji Boys
It sure seems like we have been on the main island Viti Levu a lot lately, but we promise we really are getting work done in the village on Vatulele. Since we last wrote so much has seemed to happen, which is really quite unlike the typical Fiji Island way of life.
Back in Lomanikaya village, the most exciting event in our personal lives was that we managed to catch 6 wild chickens. Yippee fresh eggs and chicken! You may think that sounds like an easy task, but an angry Hen with her 5 chicks is quite a challenging feat. Armed with a cane knife and beach towels we cornered them by our garden and jumped on the chicks. After putting them in our homemade coop, the mom hen just walked in- that was the easy part. Twice after trying to feed them though, they escaped, and we had all of our neighbors running in the bush clucking and cooing trying to help us get back our new livestock. They have never contained them before, but they do trap them to eat. It sounded great to us, but they don’t quite understand and yet again, we manage to look like the “crazy foreigners.”
We taught our first swimming class to all the children, which proved to be much harder than we expected. Almost everyday you can find all the kids playing in the ocean, so most of them know how to dog paddle, but that’s it. Before we jumped into the water the kids serenaded us with a Meke song and dance.
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The Lost Fiji Boys
It sure seems like we have been on the main island Viti Levu a lot lately, but we promise we really are getting work done in the village on Vatulele. Since we last wrote so much has seemed to happen, which is really quite unlike the typical Fiji Island way of life.
Back in Lomanikaya village, the most exciting event in our personal lives was that we managed to catch 6 wild chickens. Yippee fresh eggs and chicken! You may think that sounds like an easy task, but an angry Hen with her 5 chicks is quite a challenging feat. Armed with a cane knife and beach towels we cornered them by our garden and jumped on the chicks. After putting them in our homemade coop, the mom hen just walked in- that was the easy part. Twice after trying to feed them though, they escaped, and we had all of our neighbors running in the bush clucking and cooing trying to help us get back our new livestock. They have never contained them before, but they do trap them to eat. It sounded great to us, but they don’t quite understand and yet again, we manage to look like the “crazy foreigners.”
We taught our first swimming class to all the children, which proved to be much harder than we expected. Almost everyday you can find all the kids playing in the ocean, so most of them know how to dog paddle, but that’s it. Before we jumped into the water the kids serenaded us with a Meke song and dance.
