The day started with a procession through the town, marching
in the school houses with specially made shirts in house colours for the
students and white ones for the teachers. I definitely got a lot of confused looks
throughout the whole day as people wondered who the white guy wearing a
teachers top was! The march was led by the Fiji police band and included floats
(artistically clad pickup trucks) for each house. We had heard many people talking
about the reunion since we arrived but as I walked as part of the procession it
soon dawned on me that this was a big deal in the sleepy town of Levuka, the
streets lined with people!
Arriving at Nasau Park (the big rugby field in the village)
I took my place at the Ma’afu tent ready to watch the days events. The day was
great fun, each house had a couple of themed acts alongside other performances
from the hostel students and so on. As one of the teachers I was led to ‘take
part’ in the maafu performances- these were traditional Fijian dances which
included having a circle of people sat on the floor singing and clapping (i was
just sat clapping but it was great fun).
Other events on the day included a competition
for the crowning of a ‘princess’ from one of the houses.
All the old scholars were up dancing at any opportunity,
finding it particularly funny to do the conga or impersonate the acts as they
being performed. By the end almost everybody was running up to the performers
and jokingly putting bits of food in their mouths too put them off their
dancing. This was really funny, particularly when a Delana High School boy (the
rival school) ran up and got booooooed by the whole crowd.
Rach had a busy day at the hospital as usual but managed to
escape for an early lunch and early finish to catch bits of the performances
and be part of the festival atmosphere.
After the days celebrations we spent the evening with the 2
english boys also working at the hospital with Rach who were leaving the next
day. Eating our favourite dish, prawn laksa, in the Whales Tale restaurant we
began our nights drinking with numerous drinking games. Alot of Fiji Gold was
consumed!! The worst effected being of course Rach and Tom.
We moved on, or stumbled i should say, to the Town Hall
where a Barrel Night was underway. A live Fijian band played whilst we
continued to drink more, this time Fijian Bitter, and danced the night away
with an array of different partners. And as you guessed got progressively more
and more drunk if this was possible. After the band stopped playing, to our
disappointment, we followed the crowd to Levukas only “club” Koro Makawa. And
again found ourselves yet more drinks.
We were the only white people and so again seemed to be the
prime targets for dance partners. With Rach having to escape numerous Fijian
men who got a little toooo close. Not that Tom would notice as he spent part of
the night slumped on the grass outside.
It was all good fun though and we felt entirely comfortable ( not just due to being so drunk) but mostly due to our friend Manasa the Fijian prison officer who seemed to spend the night looking out for us and deterring any odd bods away from us and we danced until the lights came on. The pain came the next morning though..... especially for Tom!!
It was all good fun though and we felt entirely comfortable ( not just due to being so drunk) but mostly due to our friend Manasa the Fijian prison officer who seemed to spend the night looking out for us and deterring any odd bods away from us and we danced until the lights came on. The pain came the next morning though..... especially for Tom!!
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