We just arrived in Fiji. After a very bumpy and, consequently, sleepless night flight, there we are at the airport waiting in the line for the customs. The Fijian lady calls in a low strong voice “next!” That’s us. The lady turns out to be much less scary than her voice. We have a little nice conversation. When she sees that I come from Poland, she says that it is great; a lot of Fijians are catholic because there were Polish and French missionaries who converted Fijians to Christianity..
“Because you know” she adds, as she leans towards me and looks me deep in the eyes “we were cannibals. We used to eat people here…”
And I’m half expecting her to add “And I haven’t had my breakfast yet…”
But whatever Fijians may or may not have eaten in the past, one can’t help but like them. When we walk on the streets of Fijian towns, everybody greets us with “Bula!” which means hello, welcome, cheers and goodbye, as far as I discovered so far. A lot of times they will stop to chat, or just to make sure that we are fine and not in the need of anything.
And just for the record – the only meat served at a traditional Fijian dinner we had was definitely chicken!
Are you really sure, that it was a chicken?
ReplyDeleteBula sounds a bit like ula! Glad to see that you got the updates up. I ran into Alex today and we agreed that it's about time you posted something :). Greetings from la belle province, travellers!
ReplyDeleteMamus, kosteczki w tym miesie byly malutkie, wiec mam wielka nadzieje, ze to jednak byl kurczak :)
ReplyDeleteBula Ula! If we keep the blog more or less up to date, it`s entrirely Marc`s doing - he is our blog police! Starting the third day of every new place, he asks me every 2 hours: "So, Ania, what will your post be about?" or: "Ania, is your post ready yet?"