intruders to their way of life. When we left, I felt that life for them would go on as it had for centuries.

Figi was different. We drove half way across the island passing through agricultural land and into low mountains. The houses looked small and poor, but still "modern." There were no grass huts or animals roaming the streets. Occasionally there would be a grouping of houses which our guide called a village, but there was no explanation of anything special about the area.
We were welcomed with the traditional cava ceremony and a fashion show of ancient and modern dress.
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Chief's dress |
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Woman's dress |
Cava is offered to a Chief" from each bus |
After this, we were turned over to the local women. Nansi walked us through the village, pointing out the houses where various people live.
House of the village Chief |
She was eager to point out that she had both a washer and a drier in the yard behind her house. Her mother lived a few houses away. Doors are never locked and if you run out of something like sugar or eggs, you just borrowed from a neighbor. If her daughter wanted ice cream for dessert, she simply told her that they did not have money for ice cream that day, but there were plenty of papayas and bananas. Most of the people in the village are related. The village was not isolated from modern civilization. The band which welcomed us had electric guitars and amps. They choose to lead a simple life even though a more modern way of life is available in the big city, Suva, and its suburbs. Not all Fijians choose to live this way, but for those who do, it is a content existence. I could feel the content and joy of living in this village The women had made necklaces of local flowers for each of us. They also had woven fans and mats to sell as well as the usual jewelry and souvenirs.

Children are loved and welcomed by all.

Children are loved and welcomed by all.
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