Jacob,
offering a marvelous
basso profundo war chant and a rather menacing way
with a spear, welcoming me to Fiji. He smiled when he told me his
great-grandfather would have probably preferred to have eaten me.
"White flesh is nice and salty", he said. He then lead us in The Lord's
Prayer. This, plus a couple of bowls of kava, made the trip a little surreal.
