Another beautiful memory of our time in Tonga. From the inner bay at Hunga island, crassly referred to as “Anchorage #13”, we were visited once again by an outrigger to our anchorage spot. An invitation to come ashore, visit, trade for vegetables was too good to resist.
Our first stop upon reaching the village was to visit a community building. A dozen or more women were lined up weaving a large mat: twenty of these mats, each one 20′ by 40′, had been ordered by an American customer. It will keep them working for two full years to complete the order… I hope we can do something similar, someday.
The mats, seen all over Tonga, are woven from the leaves of the Pandanus tree. Elsewhere in the village, bundles of leaves dried on lines and on the ground. Peek closely, there’s a woman preparing dried leaves in the background.
No visit is complete without visiting the school! To get on school grounds, we had to cross a fence. The village is full of these, to keep the pigs where they belong… most gates are simply lower pieces of corrugated metal, like this one.
I was fascinated by this big slit drum. It would be great to hear how it sounds…
These kids look shy, but were total hams. They loved seeing themselves in the playback on our digital camera.