This past weekend, we, along with Senior Missionary couples the Jacksons, Wells, and Collins traveled to Nausori Beach. It is about 1 hour from our flat and past the Nausori Airport. It is not exactly remote because there are little villages all the way there but it is away from civilisation that's for sure. Pictures do not do it justice - but I'll try.
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| We set up a blanket here for our picnic spot. |
We understand that the first plane to land in Fiji, landed on this beach. We can see why. It is wide and the sand is firm. In fact, driving on it made me want to spin some donuts. But the van is top heavy and I knew that call to the mission president to explain why the white rhino was on its side on the beach might be rather difficult and uncomfortable.
After paying the couple living in the shack by the only road in we found, we ditched our shoes and took off. Down the beach was a grandfather, his son and 6 or 7 kids (they would't hold still long enough to count them) fishing with nets. Well, that looked like fun, so we joined in.
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| Hauling in the catch. |
The cast operation moved further down the beach about 200 yards every 45 minutes or so. The children would help their dad and grandfather as they pulled in the nets of the seaweed and fish.
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| We helped them straighten out and fold the nets on two casts. |
While the grandfather and father waded out to set the nets, it was play time for the kids. Yep, and us too! Hard to resist playing tag and splashing these little Fijian cuties. They loved playing with us.
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| Hey - you taken my picture? |
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| Played a game of running broad jump - hey, she got some pretty good air. |
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Play time over - time to gather the catch Catching one that almost got away.
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| Ahhh - Nothing like a good run on the beach to clear your head and rejuvenate the spirit. |
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| Hamming it up - |
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| Cute Huh? They are always so happy! |
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| Well - Almost all the time. . . . |
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| Sack Lunch? Nope! Dinner for the Matavuvale |
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| Hey! Don't forget this one. |
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| I wonder if we were of any help or were they just tolerating a bunch of pelages? |
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| Io - this will do just fine in the fish pot. |
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| Papa - always up for a game of tag with the wee ones. |
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| Upside down - right side up - it's all fun1 |
We laid out a blanket for lunch under a palm tree. Before we ate, we asked a blessing on the food. Just as the prayer was ending, I was about to open my eyes when, suddenly, I sensed something coming at me. I open my eyes to blur of brown feathers flying in front of my fact. One of the hens decided that the egg salad sandwich I was holding in my hand was for her! While still in the air, she took a chunk of my sandwich about the size of 50 cent piece and ran off clucking like she was laughing. And yes, we were laughing too. Kind of reminded me of the seagulls at Sea World.
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See the light brown hen just above sister Well's arm? That't the culprit. It flew in from my back between Sister Peterson and I.
It was almost a perfect day - Until . . . . . . . .
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| The White Rhino with a flat tire. |
Well - to all of our loved ones and friends, we say Moce for this week with this salutation below . . .
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