So the next day, the six of us piled into our dinghy and went into the village. It was a much longer and rougher ride than expected, and by the time we got to shore we were all soaked! Thank goodness the Kava was tucked away in large plastic bags. We traipsed through the village, handing out candy and gum to the dancing children following us along shouting, "Bula, bula!" We were amazed to find that this was a very large and nicely maintained village - much more so than others we'd seen. We were taken to a fairly nice home with a large den, with a rug and pillow-covered concrete floor. At one end was an alter type setup on top of a table, and as we were invited to sit (in a circle) were asked to leave plenty of room around that area. This is where the chief sits. The chief was a woman named Adi (pron Andi). She prayed over the kava and gave us her blessing and welcome - all in Fijian. Then her daughter, Koro invited us back to the village that night for a performance by the locals. After we all agreed she informed us that we were to pay $100 for the six of us. Neophytes snared in the tourist trap!! Leaving the house we were asked to step over to a covered area where the women had set up a crafts market. We bought a small war mask, a shell and a necklace and then returned to the anchorage to move our boats into the bay in front of the village. There was no way we could return at night in the dinghy through those waters. After moving the yachts over, several fishermen came along selling lobsters and asking for fuel and cigarettes. We bought two very large lobsters for F$10 each. What a bargain! After dinner we went into the village for the show, which was quite good and very similar to the two others we'd attended (at Musket Cove & The Octopus). In the morning, the locals continued to swarm us asking for supplies, but for nothing in return. We had been warned about this - that they would feed on your sympathy and sense of pity, begging off of yachties but that we should not indulge them. So instead of worrying about offending anyone we moved the boats back over to the uninhabited bay. By the time we got over there, however, it was once again too late to make the hike over to the sunken plane crash, so we just snorkeled around and then called it an early night.
The next morning we took off for The Blue Lagoon - the famed site of the 3 movies.
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