Another Fijian December

December is a fun time to be in the village. Visitors and villagers that have migrated to the big cities come back to spend the holidays in the bushes. The village is loud with children and wood chopping but its a welcoming change from the usual silence. All work stops and that's fine with me. Nobody wants to do anything but sit around, mingle, and drink grog. It rains everyday and its very humid, so I spend about an hour everyday just sitting in the stream that runs behind the village. We had a funeral recently and killed two cows and four pigs for the occasion. Also had baskets of fish and quite a few chickens to eat. All is well in Tailevu.

Girls feasting after the funeral

Men relaxing on a boat

Jone butchers a cow

Sunset in my village

Palm tree in the village