I’m going to make a gross generalization: Fijians are the friendliest people in the world.
A few days ago, we went with Mike and Hyo (of IO) to look for a path up to the ridge behind the creek where we’re moored. There is a radio tower up there, and we saw power lines, so presumably a way could be found to reach the top.
Heading in the general direction, we passed the hot springs, where two boys were cooking breadfruit for their family in the boiling water. The perfect pair to ask for directions. Did they tell us how to get there?
Isaac and Anasa with the Totem kids
It was a good thing we had them as guides- they knew which house had a mean dog (don’t go down that way!). It was easy enough to follow the road up at first, but it quickly became a 4WD track and then a winding footpath around and behind several homes (again, our guides offering gracious pardons to the residents along the way), before finally dissolving into bushwacking our way through shoulder-high grasses.
If Fijians somehow aren’t the friendliest people ever, they’ve set a high bar, and it will be lovely to try and discover any place that exceeds it.