After a recent divorce, I was definitely at a crucial turning point in my young life of thirty years. Beginning of October 1979 Bruce and I fourteen hours of Nandi, Fiji flew. We had included an incredible introductory flight on Continental Airlines for $500, and return, with Hawaii, and get good for up to one year. While ' 79, Brooke Shields was filming the Blue Lagoon in Fiji. She would soon be our neighbor island wise. The first thing we was heard in Nandi airport Bula, Fiji for Hello. We had just made the aircraft entered a different world. The warm tropical night air felt so good after the freezing cold in the Pacific Northwest. With Fiji, fifty percent is Hindu, it is not irony that this town Nandi is named after Lord Shiva Bull. Even the capital city of Suva sounds like much Shiva to me. But these are only observations of a Hindu spirit. Who knows my opinion actually beat Fiji could.
One day in Suva's marketplace, Bruce and I ran to the luck in a very friendly outer island native, called Joe. He offered to bring us in his village of Gunu on the Naviti island in the Yasawa group. At first, we do not believe him. We needed passports to visit Government get. We were also committed by the Government, to take grog or kava, rice, flour, sugar and salt, carrots, bread, jam and peanut butter. In this way, not we would pressure put on their low income subsistence farming village. After all, we were way for a five hour journey on a copra or dried coconut long twenty-four crowded boat, Joe's Iceland of Naviti in direction. The total cost was $5,50. splashed us cold waves all day, we were tropfnass and we both wind get sunburn, with no visible Sun in the sky. On this thirty mile trip got my fingers actually deaf. This was the first time I cold had been since leaving in the Pacific Northwest. Because the waves were splashing me and I was shaking over and over, all I could think of was the possibility of the Hindu wife. On the back of my head I heard my mother say her mantra "Oh God, Rob". This idea had already provided me many local friends here. Bruce had a similar idea also - possibly a Rotuman woman get married. Rotuma is an island 300 kilometers north of Fiji and is allegedly taken note of the most beautiful women and the sweetest fruits of the South Pacific. Now thats a good one. Earlier, we had taken a few Rotumans. One, named Julian, our friend, planting this idea and also suggesting, that we in any case its beautiful island on our trip should see had become. It seemed like a good idea at the time, that marriage, what I mean, already was spirit as I by Hindu. I expected that a nice boy East Lady is a hip guy like me a great mate would be likely. Now I was out of the idea of mirror. Then I may be in Fiji could perhaps, fully or part time life. This was actually on my head on the rebound from my divorce. And the Rotuman women and their island to see, like a bad idea sound either not.
Finally, we saw Naviti stands out in the distance. The water here was so blue, splashing against our waists, as we waded ashore. This was a vision of Hollywood dreams were made from. No wonder that they are the Blue Lagoon here filming! Where is the music? This beautiful tropical scene blew me away. I totally forgot, as I plan a few moments was cold. Most tourists in Fiji never see this page of native life, unless they were we are invited in you. But that's a price for it too, payable as the physical aspect. After catching our breath on the beach, we started hiking up to five miles of jungle trails, see incredibly Vista views of the other islands in the Yasawa group and numerous white sandy beaches scattered in every direction with no tourists - the real Fiji. Soon it got dark on the track and following Joe was no easy task. To slip and slide in the dark, we met an other native, who had the most incredible bananas, that, that I ever ate. After his sweet snack, we took a bath in a black salt water lagoon with lightning flashes overhead. My god! Where are the dinosaurs? Coconuts were in the dark and bananas scattered everywhere, blowing with a warm wind to beat the band. This bath felt refreshing but I wish it had clear water instead of salt water. The time we Joe's village are achieved, had risen the Moon, casting glow over the most beautiful Bay, I had seen in Fiji. Bruce and I already felt as we will be a view of the sky were on earth or at least a different culture of our own. Here was a real paradise.
The next day, we took our grog/Yongona root or kava Chief Johnny. He appeared serious prayers the gods mana and Dina or happiness and truth, followed by steamed handclaps ordained us permission as part of their village. Then, Johnny thanked us. You must bring always Yongona when staying in a Fijian village, are accepted. In the days that followed, we tasted coconut milk, Green was our first Sulu or wraparound rock and learned, rare such as Palm baskets with much difficulty to weave. Soon our began fishing classes in the Blue Lagoon. The spear weapons were in fact an inner tube Strip in combination with a coat hanger. You can imagine how difficult it must be, to shoot a fish! You need to calculate the refractive nature of water.
Joe had doctors, scientists, engineers, hippies, and God knows otherwise still here in his village Gunu who remain. Joe is a holy man and physically, he reminded me of Mahavatar Babaji in his former incarnation. 1974, When my wife Jolene and I took a pilgrimage to Ecuador, we held back a little book with us titled, Hariakhan Baba known, unknown by Baba Hari dass. The cover photo of Mahavatar Babaji strongly resembled Joe. Who was this guy, Joe, to give us such an incredible experience? Maybe he was Babaji, unnoticed by us. Ironically, eight years later than my house burned, not burn the cover of this book!
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