Thursday, November 17, 2016

Bula!

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.