Walking to the Village for Sevusevu (Fulaga, Fiji)

August 24, 2013

When you anchor near a traditional village in Fiji, you are obligated to do a sevusevu ceremony. This is a ritual ceremony of presenting kava – the root of a type of pepper tree – to the village chief before being accepted into the village, which in turn will give you permission to anchor, swim and snorkel in their bay and walk onshore.

This ritual entails several steps for the visitor:

1. Dressing modestly and covering your legs, generally with a sarong-like garment called a sulu. Guys can also opt for long pants (although we did see some guys get away with shorts).

2. Bringing 1/3 to 1/2 kilo of kava root to present to the chief. (This is sold in the open marketplaces in the cities and something you need to bring with you when you’re out cruising in Fiji.)

3. Going ashore, beaching your dinghy, and locating someone to serve as your Turaga ni koro (too-ran-ga nee koro): a village representative who will take you to the chief’s hut, make the introduction, and stay with you through the ceremony, helping translate if the chief doesn’t speak English.

4. Removing shoes, sunglasses, hats, etc. and sitting on the floor facing the chief (cross-legged for men, legs to the side for women). The Taraga ni koro or chief will ask you some questions, finding out some basic information about you. The Turaga ni koro presents the kava for you and the ceremony begins, basically with the chief and turaga ni koro doing a sort of chant interspersed by a series of claps. The kava is accepted, and thus so are you.

5. There may be some small talk for awhile, then you will be accompanied and given a tour of the village, or perhaps visit the school. Often you will be given some papaya, and you are welcome to return whenever you like. Depending on the village, you may be invited to someone’s home for tea or even a meal. If it’s near Sunday, you’ll be invited to church.

This is sevusevu in a nutshell, but the islands of the Lau group have an extra step. While they’ve done away with the special permits and big expense to come here, they do charge a fee. In Fulaga, along with the kava, you pay $50, which covers your boat and crew. (In the Northern Lau, you pay a per-person fee).

This would be our first sevusevu, and we were pretty intimated. Curly (the guy who gives the weekly seminar in Savusavu about cruising Fiji) had made this out to be a serious process, saying it’s not a given that you’ll be accepted. It would be pretty tragic to make the 2-day trip to get here and get rejected! We compensated for our insecurity with a large bundle of kava.

He also made it sound like you have to hunt around for a Taraga ni koro to represent you. In retrospect, we’ve found a Taraga ni koro is generally waiting for you when you come ashore. In Fulaga, it’s a bit different in that the village is not within view of the anchorage. Since they don’t see you’ve arrived, you actually do need to go find a representative. It wasn’t a problem, though, as Bob and Linda went with us to show us the way, and along the path we met a nice couple from the village who readily agreed to represent us.

Below a gallery showing the rock formations by the beach, a couple of views of the anchorage from shore, and the walk to the village. (Click to enlarge and scroll). –Cyndi

Arriving at the Anchorage for Muana-i-cake Village (Fulaga, Fiji)

August 23, 2013

After crossing the central lagoon, we made a left turn and passed through an area of rock islands. The space opened back up again, revealing an area large enough for several boats to anchor.

Starting our final turn into the anchorage. (Fulaga, Fiji)
Starting our final turn into the anchorage. (Fulaga, Fiji)
Making our way past small islands into the anchorage. (Fulaga, Fiji)
Making our way past small islands into the anchorage. (Fulaga, Fiji)
Surrounded by islands as we made our way into the anchorage. (Fulaga, Fiji)
Surrounded by islands as we made our way into the anchorage (click on image for larger view). (Fulaga, Fiji)

On one side were the low green hills of the main island and a small beach. Everywhere else, surrounding and enclosing the anchorage, were rock islands in all shapes: pyramids, mushrooms and flying saucers. Some of these islands were hardly more than large rocks, while others were large enough to have their own beach. It was one of the weirdest, and most beautiful places we’ve ever seen.

Some of the flying-saucer shaped islands around our anchorage. (Fulaga, Fiji)
Some of the flying-saucer shaped islands around our anchorage. (Fulaga, Fiji)
Islands in various shapes and sizes. (Fulaga, Fiji)
Islands in various shapes and sizes. (Fulaga, Fiji)

While there was room in the middle of the anchorage, I was enchanted by the little islands. Rich indulged me by going next to one to anchor, in only 10 feet of water. I grabbed the camera and started taking the first of what would be thousands of pictures during our time here.

The pyramid-shaped island we ended up next to. (Fulaga, Fiji)
The pyramid-shaped island we anchored next to–click for larger version. (Fulaga, Fiji)
One "arm" of islands that encloses the anchorage (click on image for larger version). (Fulaga, Fiji)
One “arm” of islands that encloses the anchorage (click on image for larger version). (Fulaga, Fiji)

Tomorrow we would need to hike over the hill to the village to perform a sevusevu ceremony, but for today all we needed to do was drink some wine and gape at our surroundings. –Cyndi

Arrived in Paradise

August 24, 2013 in Fulaga, Fiji

After 38 hours on a calm, almost windless sea we arrived at Fulaga.  It was another hour before we’d be able to get in the narrow, shallow pass that offers access to the massive lagoon inside the barrier of islands and reef – it seems that nature wasn’t using the same tide tables we were.
What a stunning view we had as we motored the two miles to the anchorage near the path to the village.  This looks like Palau!  If you don’t know what we mean, use Google Images and look up Palau and you’ll see pictures of mushroom shaped, limestone rocks sticking up from the sea supported only by ridiculously small stalks.  There seem to be hundreds of these inside the lagoon here surrounded by water the colors in a child’s unrealistic seascape painting.
Again, we’re asking each other “do you remember how we died?”  This must be heaven.  -Rich

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Toto, I Have a Feeling We’re Not in Kansas Anymore (Crossing the Lagoon in Fulaga, Fiji)

August 23, 2013

Now that the dreaded pass was behind us, we could really start to look around the lagoon and we were mesmerized by what we saw: large areas of aqua and turquoise water, long stretches of white sand beach, and rock islands strewn everywhere. It looked like we’d landed on an alien planet.

We could see a few boats anchored here and there. How did they know how to get in amid all that? At this point our only information was from cruisers who’d been here ahead of us. We had waypoints through the pass and across the lagoon to our first anchorage, but we’d be depending on the people already here for information about how to get around in this strange and fantastic world.

Below a gallery of pictures from our lagoon crossing (as always, click to enlarge and scroll). A couple of the photos are a little funky because I was having some difficulty with our Nikon camera (it was fogging up, not focusing well). We’ve done our best to fix them. –Cyndi