The final walk to Tom’s farm, as he calls it, was quite long because it’s in the Draubuta village.<\/p>\n
First we passed the house of another cousin who was just cooking a meal in the kitchen outside on the terrace. Very common in warmer area like in Fiji. Her husband was working on coconuts milk. A not that simple procedure. Short greetings and we continued our walk.<\/p>\n
When we passed the school of Draubuta village, to which Tom’s farm belongs, a group of boys and girls played rugby, the favorite game in Fiji. Tom called them and gave them candies. It’s Tom’s way to make children happy.<\/p>\n
We kept walking and soon left the main road for a gravel road before turning into a dirt road leading to Tom’s farm.<\/p>\n
A soon as we reach his farm the children came running towards him. It was obvious that they love him. Especially Una, who lived with him and her mum for a while on a boat. I Una later again on the boat, and one can see’s a boat girl.<\/p>\n
All kids became candies an they liked then as a special treat.<\/p>\n
There are three generations living in the house and Tom takes care of them. A great human attitude.<\/p>\n
The farm is house in the middle of a rich nature with vegetables and fruits. An area of about 300 – 400 m2 was freshly plowed up to plant vegetables.<\/p>\n
I had a freshly baked bread with me as a present and gave it to Kara, Tom’s partner and Una’s mother.<\/p>\n
The other ladies, Kara’s older sister and mother stayed in the background until we left and then they waved Good Bye.<\/p>\n
The oldest boy brought drinking coconuts for Tom and me. What a delicious drink!<\/p>\n
Tom showed me a historical place closed by. It was a ford in what was in the past a deeper, and I assume, wider river, which protected the core of the village. This ford was the only place into village, thus, as Tom calls it, a killing field for defending the village. Like all over the world there were in the past many wars and people were killed for their stupid leaders. It was a sad atmosphere there and we soon turned around.<\/p>\n
On the way back to the house, we looked a bit at the larger cassava fields. Cassava (English: manioc, tapioca) is a main stable food in Fiji. It grows very quickly. Pull a root out cut, the root and put an about 20 cm – 40 cm long part of the about 2 – 3 cm thick stem into the ground and in 12 – 18 months another root is ready for being pulled out. The roots can be kept in the ground until needed; it’s a pretty good way to preserve the vegetable in the warmth of these tropical islands.<\/p>\n
I took a picture of Tom standing in the late afternoon sunlight in one of these fields. He looked happy and content. Although he’s a fisherman and sailor he feels connected to the countryside life, the life he grew up with.<\/p>\n
Then it was time to say good bye and we left Tom’s farm. We had quite a way back home.<\/p>\n
First we stood at the street to Sausori just waiting for a car to stop. As Tom explained me, there will always be car coming whose driver wants to earn some money by giving us a lift. It happened pretty quickly that we got such lift; 10 FJD (about 4 – 5 EUR) to Sausori where we took a bus to Suva. From there back to the place where the Tom’s tender was moored.<\/p>\n
Bevor we got into the tender, we had a small dinner. Tom, being very familiar with the place, brought a meat dish with lots of onions for me and for himself a fish. It was delicious. After cleaning our plates, we took off with the tender and Tom brought me back to MaRe.<\/p>\n
Tom, vinaka, thank you so much for this wonderful trip into the village of your childhood and youth, and to your farm. In both places I could meet incredible friendly Fijian people linked to you. It was a trip into a world rich on nature and happy people.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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