Day of rest…and Kava!After being called by the horn for breakfast at 8am, we went by boat to the other side of the island to go to their church service. The church was the nicest and biggest building in their village, which shows how important religion is to the Fijian people. Two little girls came up to us after the service and gave us their address so we could write to them, which was really sweet. We went in the sea after lunch - it was more rocky and colder than at Nacula, which was like a bath! I managed to cut my feet on the coral trying to get out! A lot of the coral is dead in Fiji though, because they tried to blow it up to sell it years ago.
We made the owner Sam give us Kava tonight, which is slightly different from the Spanish champagne! It's made from crushed roots and mixed with water, and it makes the tongue feel numb when you drink it! It was mixed in a wooden bowl and handed out to us in coconut shell cups. It tasted like muddy water, but you have to try it when you're in Fiji! The Fijians also played their guitars and sang while we sat around the bamboo mat, and forced us to sing our national anthem for them!