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Exploring Eastern Fiji

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Join us as we sail from the main islands of Fiji out to the Islands of the Lau group. Sailing across a serenely calm sea with visiting dolphins playing in our bow wave. We explore the Fijian Bay of Islands, snorkeling, sailing and kayaking through this amazing landscape.

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Western Fiji

Some good friends were travelling all the way from England to see us so we headed to the West coast of the main island to be near the airport, ready for their arrival.


Whilst visiting the local market to provision, we were told of an upcoming rugby match between Tonga and Fiji. Rugby is huge here, so the chance to see an international game between these fierce rivals was not to be missed. The pre-match ‘warm-up’ would have had an averagely fit person collapsing in a heap. The Tongan team proved to be a force to be reckoned with, perhaps foreseeable by the fact some of their team members were so big the training bibs had to be worn as a scarf. We loved the action on the pitch and the atmosphere in the stadium.

Our friends hopped onboard and we headed straight out to the Yasawa Group, a chain of islands to the west of Fiji’s big island. We spent two excellent weeks reminiscing and planning future adventures while beach combing, dinghy racing, snorkelling, hiking enjoying beach bonfires, windsurfing, and kayaking.


Our cruising friends Jim and Linda from ‘Bright Moments’ were also in the area and we were able to enjoy cruising in company with them again during our time in the Yasawa group.


DSC_0626As well as all the beautiful parts of cruising, our friends were unable to escape without experiencing some of the not so good bits; rolly sleepless nights, an upwind slog (to get back to the airport on time) and windy weather. The Yasawas are out of the wind shadow from the main island and can be a little ‘fresh’ when a weather system comes through.

The two weeks flew by and it wasn’t long before we were saying sad goodbyes at the airport. Its always bittersweet having people visit from home; amazing to spend time with people we care about but it also makes us very homesick, not for the place, just the people we love and miss. For us this is the hardest thing about the cruising life.

With our time in Fiji drawing to a close, we needed to do some serious research on the next legs of our Journey. Musket Cove resort provided us with a great base for this, you can use the resort facilities for free whilst anchored/moored in the calm lagoon.

With some clarity on where we were heading next we were ready to check out and move on to Vanuatu, 500 miles to the WSW. Even after three months in Fiji, we felt like we had only begun to scratch the surface of the country’s 300 plus islands.


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Moala – A Real Fijian Welcome

With any form of travel it is easy to follow the well beaten path, visiting only the locations with the ‘best’ beaches, waterfalls or reefs. Although wonderful, these places sometimes leave us longing for a more genuine experience. We love learning about the places we visit and find that the best way to learn about a country is to get to know the people who live there. This can be difficult to do when you are just another foreigner, in an area frequented by tourists. We find that in general, the fewer tourists locals see, the friendlier they are likely to be. A handful of foreigners is a novelty, a bus load becomes just an income.

With poor charts and little information available, visiting less frequented islands with the boat can either be an exciting journey of discovery or a complete disaster. Tired from the overnight sail from Vanua Balavu, we arrived at Moala and had to work out the best approach. With very little information available on anchorages and no depth information available on the chart, we approached with caution, keeping a keen lookout from the bow. We spent over 30 minutes circling the bay, looking for a large enough clear area to drop the anchor without risking tangling with coral. We eventually settled on a patch just off of the wharf which was built for the island’s twice monthly supply ship. Apart from the supply ship and a once a week flight on an 8 seat plane, to get to Moala you need your own boat. There are no guest houses or hotels because, other than family and friends, there are no tourists.

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Matt in his Bula Shirt and Sulu (one of Amy’s Sarongs)

Rowing ashore, dressed in sulu’s (Fijian Sarongs) we were greeted by a lady busy fishing from the wharf who kindly directed us to the village and Chief. Everyone we passed as we walked through the village greeted us with huge beaming smiles and a friendly “Bula” (Hello) or “Bula Bula” (Hello very much). In the short section of track between the wharf and Chief’s house we were stopped several times by members of the village who were keen to shake our hands, introduce themselves, and find out where we were from. We were directed to the Chief so we could present our sevusevu, the traditional gift of kava root given when asking permission to enter the village. Our gift was kindly accepted and we were warmly welcomed into the village of Naroi.

We spent the following day swimming from the boat, completing some maintenance jobs and recovering from the previous night’s sail. Throughout the day several open fishing boats zipped by, they would pass as close as possible to Florence to see more of the boat and take pictures of us. It felt slightly surreal to be the subject of their photos as we grinned, waved and and returned their hearty “Bula”s. Only 5 yachts had visited the island in the last two years so we were a novelty.

Sunset from the anchorage

Recovered, and with Florence back up to 100%, we were keen to meet more of the villagers. We were just about to head ashore when we saw someone waving at us from the dock. We rowed in to meet them and were presented with some banana and papaya by Sasa and his brother Mo. Sasa lives on the beach by our anchorage and wanted to make sure we knew we were welcome to enjoy the beach by his house. We were soon invited to join them in the village later that afternoon for a farewell party for an American Peace Corps volunteer who had been living on the island for two years.

Sasa had worked in Australia for 20 years before retiring back to his home island. This gave him a great understanding of the differences between Fijian and Western cultures, so he was able to give us some great insights into life in Fiji. The Fijian islanders that we have met so far seem content and have a genuine appreciation of the simple life in their island villages. As we neared the village, Sasa joked that the first missionary to arrive from England in Fiji was eaten! Our reception could not have been more different, Sasa took us to meet his extended family, and then we were welcomed into his nephews house where we sat for a while chatting with the family and sipping delicious fresh coconuts. Then it was on to the pre-dinner kava or “grog” drinking session with other members of the village. Kava root is the main export of Moala Island and provides good money for the farmers. Grog farmers are the wealthiest people on the island. Great care is taken to test the quality of the grog produced as the root was continually pounded through the night and the large kava bowl continuously replenished. It must have been a productive season as we were astounded at the amount consumed in one evening.

Sitting down for pre-dinner ‘Grog’. Sasa is in the red shirt to Amy’s left.
The kava bowl with the next batch being prepared in the buckets to the left. The Chief is sat (in a purple shirt) near left.

Whilst Sasa stayed in the grog drinking ring we were ushered into the hall where we found that we had been given a place of honour at the head of the table (woven floor mat), next to the 3 Peace Core volunteers (the only other foreigners based on the island). We were then treated to a feast of fresh fish and local vegetables, prepared in many different ways and served by the women of the village. The Peace core volunteers were all fluent in Fijian and had been coordinating sea defenses for the island’s villages. After dinner it was back to the grog drinking, we were now given a place of honour in the chiefs circle and gradually picked up the etiquette of when to clap, how to sit (never with your knees up), how to say thank you and that we should down the grog in one! Informed that the grog drinking was likely to continue until sunrise, we said our thank yous and goodbyes at 11:30pm, as we had been invited to the school the next day to talk to the children about our travels. We were interested to see what effect the grog would have but, other than a slightly numb upper lip, we were unaffected.

Sat with the Peace Corp volunteers. The matching outfits were not planned!
Unveiling the feast
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Fish, casava and coconut cooked in a variety of ways

We ended up spending the whole of the next day in school as we visited both the primary and secondary school, speaking to around 130 children in total. The Royal family is big here but concepts like the London Underground, blocks of flats, motorways and snow are totally alien so we tried our best to describe England. Our photos and videos helped us describe life at sea and some of the places we have visited. Guesses on how long it took to get across the pacific ranged from 2 days to a week so their jaws dropped when we explained that Panama to the Marquesas took us 33 days. They stared as us disbelievingly when we told them it took us 2 years to get here from England, but we have used less fuel than their Police boat takes to get to the next island and back. Whistles and “wow”s echoed around the room at pictures of Florence’s interior which they thought to be “like a very nice house”.

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One of the primary school classes
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The vice principle of the secondary school and his Geography Teacher wife who invited us into their home for juice and cake and later joined us aboard Florence. It’s normal for a clan to wear matching outfits in Fiji so we got into the spirit of things.

We returned back to Florence to find our friend Sasa had left us two large hand woven fruit baskets full of bananas, papayas and coconuts.

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That evening three of the teachers we had met at the school came by for a look around Florence and to share some stories and refreshments. We had various invites to go snorkeling/fishing and take a boat around to the next village but bad weather was forecast to come in from the North which would have made the anchorage dangerous. We would have loved to stay and invite more of the wonderful villagers on-board Florence but as is often the case, the weather was dictating our movements.

We spent our last day enjoying lunch on board Florence with Sasa who entertained us with humorous tales of his immersion in Australian culture, such a far cry from island life in Fiji. We were very sad to leave our new friend as we set sail from Moala that afternoon.

Sasa and Matt

Despite only having spent five days on the island, Moala is a place we will never forget. It’s amazing how people can sway your impression of a place. For us Moala didn’t need the most beautiful beaches, waterfalls or reefs to become our favourite place in Fiji. Receiving such a warm welcome when you are two strangers, as far away from home as you can be, is an incredibly humbling experience and one that will stay with us forever.



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The Lau Group – Eastern Fiji

The Lau group is a group of islands to the East of Fiji. The islands are fairly remote from the two big main Islands and the pace of life is much slower here. The distance from the main islands and limited transport mean they receive very few visitors. Our first stop in the Lau group was at the village of Daliconi on Vanuabalavu,


We presented our sevusevu gift of kava to the chief and were given permission to wander around the village and explore it’s surrounds. For the sevusevu ceremony it is polite for the men to wear a sulu, which is basically a skirt, so Amy lent Matt one of hers. Very fetching…

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Meeting the 83 year old chief!
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It’s not a skirt, it’s a sulu… 
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Once they had got over their fright of strangers, we had some very enthusiastic tour guides. The list of sites included the beach, pig pens and “where we put the dead people”.
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There were no TV’s to distract these kids from playing outside together. No plastic tat, just a rugby ball, and couple of  handmade toy boats (a block of wood on a string). Yet they radiated with such happiness and contentment, we left feeling they could teach the ‘developed’ world a thing or two. 

The bay of islands, just around the corner from the village was one of THE places we were most excited about seeing in Fiji. By setting off from New Zealand at the start of May we were slightly early in the season so there were only 2 other yachts in the area. The dramatic mushroom shaped rock pinnacles create a maze of hidden anchorages and coves in intense shades of blue and green. There are endless intricate channels between the rocks to be explored by kayak and dinghy.

This is the kind of view we conjured up in our minds eye when dreaming about this trip. The water was calm and clear enough to see turtles and shoals of fish from up here.
The mushroom shaped rocks offer no opportunity for getting ashore in the bay, but they are very pretty.
Florence posing
Even on a grey day this place is spectacular
For scale, the right hand rock is taller than Florence’s mast
What better location for a spot of dinghy sailing? In reality the wind was shifty and full of holes and a lot of concentration was required not to run aground.
Exploring the channels between the rocks in the kayak. Occasionally a turtle would pop its head up for a breath.
Relaxing after a hard day exploring

We paddled into one cove and came upon a huge colony of huge bats known as flying foxes. You can really see the resembelence to a fox when you see them up close.


Umm, they eat fruit right?? That one is definitely looking at me…
The noise of thousands of bats up close was deafening

After the Bay of Islands we sailed north around the main island and found this stunning bay.


With no way to get ashore here, the best way to get a good view and some perspective was up the mast

Can you see Matt down there in the kayak?
What do you mean you want to come down from the mast now? I’ve just got comfy here…


The water was so clear that there was no need to get in with a snorkel, we could just look over the side of the kayak.

The views here have been stunning and that is one side of Fiji that we set out to find. The other side is the human side. We are keen to get a real taste for village life in a remote area of Fiji to meet the people behind the “Bula”s and the big smiles. So next we plan to to go somewhere even yachts rarely visit, an island one overnight sail to the south west.