University of the Sunshine Coast (from Queensland, Australia) was also with us in Nataleira for a few days, studying the Crown-of-thorns starfish that are growing in numbers on Moon Reef. Coincidentally, they had arranged the annual Moon Reef Ocean Festival while we were there and asked us to help out.

The festival was intended to be fun for the kids from local villages, while simultaneously educating them about how to protect and conserve the biodiversity of the Dawasamu region. From an educator’s standpoint, the awareness portion was definitely lacking, but the kids surely had a good time!

The festival was set up as a series of competitive events for kids from the secondary school, with each “House” (think Harry Potter) trying to win the greatest amount of points in order to take home the Champion’s trophy.

The day started off with the Ocean Swim.

Then came Coconut Tunnel Ball races. I actually had no idea what Tunnel Ball was until this day, but apparently it is a popular game here in the Southern Hemisphere.

Next, the boys took turns racing up a coconut tree to reach a bell hung at the very top. It was crazy how good/fast they were.

After the tree climbing, was the Coconut Relay, which turned into total chaos! First, the boys picked up a coconut and raced down the beach and back.

Then, they passed the coconut to another boy who shucked it.

After being shucked, the third member of the team – a girl – shredded it.

Finally, a few boys participated in the Spear Throwing competition. The wind was really strong at the time, so it also turned into a bit of a mess, but thankfully no one lost an eye!

While the older kids were competing, the younger ones were gathered around tables coloring and being read to.

What was really surprising was that these kids had no idea what the picture they were coloring was. They had never seen a dolphin before, neither in real life nor in books. It’s hard to imagine, given that there are so many dolphins just a few miles from them…dolphins that they will be responsible for managing and protecting as the next generation of village leaders. On the other hand, how could anyone expect them to know? They live in tin shacks without television, Internet, or most importantly books. Think about how you learned what a dolphin was: your parents showed you picture books, showed you movies, took you to the aquarium, or even on a dolphin watching boat if you were lucky. There is no aquarium in this country. The village has a boat because we use it and fund it. I would bet money that not a single child from Nataleira or Silana village has ever ridden in a boat before, let alone spent a day at Moon Reef.

Having already been officially welcomed in Nataleira, we needed to go through the same ritual in Silana, the neighboring village. The same night that we came for our sevusevu, a group of volunteers building a bure in Silana were saying farewell to the village. To celebrate the work that they had done, say goodbye, as well as welcome us, the villagers planned a Meke dance.

A Meke dance is a traditional Fijian dance that tells a story. The men dance, while other village members sing and create the accompanying music. Most Meke dances involve stories of battle and victory. I was told that the Meke dance that we observed involved a fishing story!

We went to the “community center” in Silana, watched our kava offering be blessed, enjoyed another sevusevu, and then waited for the Meke to start. The music was created by men, women, children, and bamboo poles. It was actually really amazing music! I must say, Fijians love to sing, are really good at it, and do it all the time as a social activity.

Sidenote: These pictures by no means “are worth a thousand words” that could be used to describe this event. Photographs are really not supposed to be taken at all, neither at a meke dance nor a sevusevu. So, without flash and at the side of the crowd, I tried my best to capture the event without disrespecting our hosts. Please enjoy them for their obscurity, their movement, and the very intimate picture they provide of life in a tiny Fijian village.  

The music began first.

Musicians = men, women, kids, bamboo poles.

Then the dancers entered.

There was a bit of dialogue and acting during the meke, but mostly music and dancing. Occasionally all the villagers would explode in a roar of laughter, so I assume it was a lighthearted and amusing story.

After the meke dancers were finished, the floor was open for everyone else! Similar to last night, you had to wait to be tapped on the shoulder to dance. That was the extent of the similarities though! The music and dancing was traditional Fijian made by the same singers as the meke (versus Maroon 5 out of a boom box!). Dance partners stood facing the same direction and walked four steps forward and then four steps back. No creativity needed!! One time I got tapped on the back and didn’t even know who asked me, because he already had a partner! Two arms = two partners in Fiji!

And then there was Mikly! This four-month old puppy has a reputation within the village as an unruly pain. You see, in Fijian villages dogs are really not considered pets and have to fend for themselves most of the time. They definitely are not allowed in the community center! However, Milky was rescued from the capital town of Suva by a staff member who manages the volunteers and brought to Suva. He has become the volunteer mascot in Silana and basically gets to do whatever he wants…including lay right in the middle of the “dance floor”.

Speaking of dance floors, this brings me to an interesting point. Every building/house in a Fijian village has mats on the floor, that you can see in many of these (and sevusevu) pictures. These are huge mats, woven out of tree leaves, hand-made by the village women. You can see the leaves drying in the sun all over the village. They were really amazing.

I heard from several other volunteers – who had already traveled around a lot during their visit – that people can watch meke dances in the popular tourist corners of the country. They also said that the “villagers” were actually actors and that the meke dance was nothing compared to what was performed for us tonight. Add Silana Meke Dance to the list of once-in-a-lifetime Fijian experiences. I’m getting emotional just reflecting on it.

Before any visitor can enter a Fijian village they must first be blessed and welcomed by the village Chief and Elders. This occurs at a “sevusevu” (kava ceremony). Kava is a shrub, whose scientific name translates to “intoxicating pepper”. It is actually the root of the plant that is important in many Pacific cultures, and a part of daily life in Fijian villages. The visitor must bring an offering of kava root with him/her to present to the village Chief. The offering is then blessed and made into a drink to be shared during the sevusevu. Once you have been blessed by the Chief and drink your kava, you are then welcome in the village!

Kava root

So, even though we had already been staying in Nataleira for a day, we were technically still not allowed to enter the actual village. Here enters our sevusevu and first taste of kava!

Once we were properly dressed (shoulders and knees covered), and ready with our kava root offering, we walked down the beach to the location of all important civic events within the village. Before entering, we had to announce our presence and desire to enter by shouting “bongi”, which means dark. With this word the visitor is actually giving voice to the darkness, because back before there was electricity, village members couldn’t see approaching visitors. We were then given permission to enter and sat down with the Chief and Elders. The kava root was presented and blessed, with a whole lot of Fijian that we obviously didn’t understand.  Five kava roots were used, to represent the five countries of the visitors.

The ceremonial drink is prepared in a large bowl, called a tanoa (kava bowl). The kava root is ground into a powder and then placed in a small bag which acts as a strainer. Water is poured over the bag as it is massaged and wrung out over the kava bowl. Voila! The kava is now ready to drink!

Massaging of root and addition of water from white bucket.

Finished product.

Maybe you’re wondering if we are sitting in a 3-sided, corrugated tin shack with a palm leaf roof…we are. Maybe you’re wondering if those coconut shells are going to be used as communal drinking cups…they are. Maybe you’re wondering if there is also a very large boom-box from the 80’s…there is.

After the kava was prepared, it was time to drink! During a sevusevu, only one person drinks at a time, with everyone else watching. When offered a coconut shell of kava, the recipient must clap (with cupped hands, no flat cheerleader hands allowed), say “bula” and then drink the entire serving. As someone is drinking, everyone else claps three times. When you are done, you hand the empty coconut shell back and everyone says “maca”, which means empty or done, and then there is more clapping. Sound confusing and awkward? It was…but a wonderful experience nonetheless!

Kava doesn’t contain any alcohol, so people don’t get drunk per say, when drinking it. It does, however, have anesthetic properties. So about a minute after drinking, your tongue and lips start to tingle and go a bit numb. Eventually, enough rounds will make you super relaxed and sleepy. The first round of a sevusevu is always obligatory, in order to be officially welcome in the village, subsequent rounds are voluntary. Maybe you are wondering if it tastes exactly like the mud-water it appears to be…it does!

After everyone had their first round, the men started making some more. One man in particular began to ask me questions. He wanted to know where I was from in the US and whatnot. His curiosity stemmed from the fact that he had just married a girl from Texas a month ago, in this same tin shack. She was working in the village with the Peace Corps, but is now in Maryland. He is currently working on his paperwork to get to the States.

After our little chat, he presented me with a cup of kava and said, “For America.” Ok…it was hard to turn that one down, so I was apparently kicking off the next round! I don’t remember exactly what I said as I worked through the clapping and Fijian words and accepted the drink, but obviously it was a crowd-pleaser!

Several rounds (which everyone accepted, as not to be offensive) and lots of clapping later, it was time for music and dancing. Here entered the boom-box.

First we listened to a few traditional Fijian songs as more rounds of kava went around. Then, the Elders left and the young guys took over as DJs! Think: Maroon 5/Justin Bieber/Miley Cyrus remixed and digitally altered to encompass rapping, techno beats, and steel drums. The “island” versions were actually better than the originals!!

In order to dance, you must be tapped on the back by someone, or told to dance by an Elder. When a song is over, everyone sits back down and waits for the next song…and maybe another tap on the back!!

Group dance dictated by the Elders.

The boy in the red pants asked me to dance like 5 times. He was probably half my age.

I must say…the Fijians love to laugh! Whether they were laughing at us or with us was impossible to tell. Regardless, there was a lot of laughing during our dance-fest, and not just by the Fijians! My first sevusevu was actually really fun! It was an unbelievable experience that I never could have imagined.