|Awai’s sandy beach|
|Women going to the gardens|
|Man on his way to the gardens|
|Peskarus landing from the inside anchorage, not reachable at low tide|
|Now, why did Stewart say we could snorkel?|
CANOE RACE FESTIVAL – When a month later our buddy boat “Blue Bie” announced they were returning to Uliveo for the Canoe Race Festival, I was not enthused, but JP managed to convince me it could be fun. So, we returned and landed the dinghy at Peskarus. No sooner were we on land that Chef Mad Dog was passing me a letter asking for a donation for his Independence Day Festivity Committee. Was he kidding me?
|Kit is the man!|
|The lagoon is an idyllic anchorage… if only boats could get in!|
|Paddling is at the center of the villagers’ lives|
|Our reception committee|
|Canoe making: 1st, fell a breadfruit tree|
|Then, give it a gross shape|
|Then, drag it to shore|
|The village’s deaf-mute is the only one who knows the secrets of sand drawing|
It was a privilege to be part of this festival, a celebration of the canoe without which the Meskaline islanders could not survive.
|Sharing a light moment with the kids as they teach me to weave palms into balls.|