11 - 15 September 2008: Suva, Fiji
The week long wait in Tonga for good weather proved worth
it as we had a cracking sail to Fiji, finally enjoying some perfect trade wind
sailing. We had some light winds in
the first day which allowed us to gently get back into our sea routine. It was a glorious day so we hoisted the
spinnaker to try to coax a little more speed out of the light Easterly
wind. The spinnaker was flew quite
happily with only minimal tweaks for about 3 hours, then when I was down below
completing the log all went quiet and the boat started slowing down. I poked my head out and to my horror the
spinnaker got itself wrapped around the forestay. No amount of pulling or tugging would
get it out, so I called James from his slumber and we stared at the mess in our
rigging for a while, wondering the best way to untangle 76 sq m of delicate sail
from the forestay. To cap it all (why does Neptune always do this?!) the wind
started to increase, making it too windy for the spinnaker. As we couldn't unravel the sail from the
deck the only way to counter the wrap was to motor in circles, freeing sections
of the sail with each turn. We
spent an agonising and uncomfortable 45 minutes driving in circles in the middle
of the Pacific with the slowly growing spinnaker flapping like crazy, shaking
the boat and the rigging. The whole
affair was putting a huge strain on the mast and we tried to sort things out as
soon as possible. Finally we made
the last turn and the spinnaker came free.
We dropped it as quickly as possible, and breathed a huge sigh of relief
to have escaped with no damage to the boat or sails. Then a new rule was made - we do not fly
the spinnaker unless we have crew onboard!
The rest of the passage was uneventful. James finally broke his dry fishing
spell and caught a big bull Mahi Mahi not long after we left Tonga and a Wahoo
as we approached Fiji. These were
the first fish he has managed to land since we left the Galapagos, and there
were smiles all round as we became self-sufficient again. The fridge was full of fish, so James
was banned from fishing (hurrumph…J) until we ate through the tasty
fillets. I also saw some whales on
the surface about 50m from Rahula, and still marvelled at their enormous bulk
swim so gracefully.
We passed a landmark point on our circumnavigation on
this passage. At 1300 GMT on 12
September Rahula crossed the Date Line (180 Deg East/West) and we were
officially half way around the world after travelling 16,000 nautical
miles. We could now say we were on
our way home as instead of counting up degrees West as we sailed away from the
UK, we were now counting down degrees East towards home. It was a significant moment, and made us
reflect on all we have seen and experienced on our travels in the Western part
of the globe, and hope that the Eastern part would be as fascinating (it was
historic, but unfortunately I was changing sails and missed the vital moment on
GPS!).
As we approached the largest island in Fiji, Viti Levu
the weather started to deteriorate and we sailed through torrential rain and
fierce squalls. Our timings were
such that we would have to make a night entry into Suva and we prepared
ourselves for navigating through the outlying reef in the dark and rain. Luckily the rain cleared as we started
making our final approach and the leading lights into the harbour guided us
safely through the pass in the reef.
Our Dutch friends, Mat & Rose onboard Delicate Dawn, were already at
anchor near the Royal Suva Yacht Club and gave us advice on approaching the
anchorage over the radio. We set
our own anchor at 2130 and Mat was soon over with some wine and homemade pizza
to welcome us to Fiji.
We arrived on a Saturday night aware that there would be
little chance of clearing into Fiji on a Sunday. Mat had tried to visit Customs and
Immigration on the Saturday and was told to come back on Monday, so we decided
to follow his lead, and spent a relaxing Sunday wandering around the empty
streets of Suva window shopping.
When we returned to the Yacht Club we found that the weather had
deteriorated again and nasty black clouds were looming overhead bringing lots of
wind and rain. We raced back to
Rahula to keep an eye on our anchor, and were pleased to see that we didn't
budge an inch. Delicate Dawn,
however, appeared to have shifted from her position and drifted back into the
shoals, and there was no sign of anyone onboard. We launched the quick reaction Tinker
and James leapt onboard Delicate Dawn while I went in search of Mat & Rose
at the Yacht Club. I found them
just returning from town, shocked to discover that their anchor had dragged (it
was their first time!). They soon
weighed anchor and had the boat safely secured in deeper water. The poor weather meant we changed our
plans for the evening as we decided someone should stay with the boats. So the boys stayed on Rahula to do guy
things (like drink beer and talk rubbish for a couple of hours… J), while
Rose and I had a girly night at a local hotel watching what was billed as a
"Traditional Dance Show". It turned
out to be a shy performance given by the hotel staff - the chef, receptionist
and bellboy all took part, and gave a sweetly amateur act. Rose, as a professional Dance teacher
tried not to be too critical, so we sipped our wines and clapped politely,
savouring an evening alone with some fellow female company.
Monday was an action packed day as we had lots to do
before sailing the following day to the west side of the island to meet my
sister in time. James and Mat spent
all day at Customs, Immigration and Quarantine trying to check in to Fiji, and
Rose and I did some provisioning and souvenir shopping. (We first went to
Immigration, where the official was extremely friendly and dealt with us quickly
whilst understanding completely why we had left it till Monday to check in. This lulled us into a false sense of
security. After Immigration we went
to Customs, who gave us a myriad of forms and told us to return at 1400 when the
health inspector would be in the office and we could deal with Customs and
Health at the same time. So Mat and
I retired to 'Planet Cappuccino' to fill in the forms and wait for the allotted
time. Eventually we returned at
1400 on the dot, only to be informed that we also need a cruising permit from
the Interior Ministry a few blocks away.
Why they didn't feel it necessary to tell us this before, when we had all
morning to sort it out, I don't know. So we dashed over and got our cruising
permit and returned to Customs only to be told that the health inspector had
gone home. There were various
exchanges of pleasantries but little in the way of action and I was beginning to
lose my rag a little. Eventually we
convinced them to ring the health inspector and get her back so we could
complete the whole process and not have to return in the morning. I won't say what was said as children
may be reading this but suffice to say that Mat saw a different side of me for
about 15 minutes until someone actually did something constructive…J).
Suva came alive on a week day and it was fascinating
walking around observing all the different cultural groups mingling and trading
with each other. Fiji was populated
by Melanesians and Polynesians before the British colonised it in the 19th
century. The British brought sugar
to Viti Levu and encouraged people from India to come to work on the sugar
plantations. Many Indians stayed
after their work contract was up and the Fiji population is now made up of 40%
Fijians and 40% Indo-Fijians. The
rest of the population is mainly Asian and European. The Indians have integrated completely
into Fiji and even have their own political party. Suva is therefore full of shops selling
traditional Fijian handicrafts such as wood carvings and Tapa cloth made of tree
bark next door to shops selling saris and Bollywood movies. The city also has a small Chinatown,
filled with steaming Chinese food stalls and shops selling cheap plastic
goods. It is a strange contrast,
but seems to somehow work very well, and there was no sign of any animosity
between the cultural groups (despite the political strife and coups which took
place a few years ago). Suva's
produce market is one of the largest in the Pacific, and I could have spent all
day browsing through the huge array of fruit and vegetables on offer. On other islands we have visited the
markets usually had a limited selection of what could be grown on the island -
normally cabbage, tomatoes, breadfruit, yams and of course, coconut. In Suva the range included apples, pears
and grapes, real treats after eating nothing but pineapple and watermelon for 6
months. The stalls were manned by
Chinese, Indians and Fijians, all selling food to suit their cultural tastes
meaning I could get ingredients for everything from a stir fry to a curry.
The Suva Craft Market was an equally eclectic collection
of Fijian artifacts and Indian objects.
Sifting through the usual rubbish of bad wood carvings, polished shells
and endless woven bags we managed to find a few gems that looked like "the real
thing". I came across a small stall
run by Max, from the Lau Group of islands to the East of Viti Levu. The wood pieces at his stall were far
superior to anything I had seen in the Pacific, and all were beautifully
designed, crafted and displayed.
Max was also a character, slightly shy for a market tradesman, but chatty
and friendly, telling me all about his village and work. It was difficult to select one piece to
sum up Polynesian handicraft, so I haggled until I managed to get two things
within my budget. This is the only
large souvenir we have allowed ourselves from the Pacific, and I think it was
worth the wait for getting something special. James and I return to Max's stall a few
weeks later to buy some Christmas presents (family - stand by for random
wooden stuff…J) and he remembered me and gave me another hefty discount!
The Royal Suva Yacht Club was a real bastion of colonial
Fiji, and reminded us of our Yacht Club back home. The club house had a huge hall filled
with pennants from clubs from all over the world (we added the RNSA burgee to
their collection). The main
entrance was filled with pictures of the Queen, and black and white photographs
of the club in its hey day, clustered around club notices and rules. The bar was always busy, and had a
friendly, relaxed feel. Though the
anchorage was on the edge of the main city docks, the club had a real secluded
feel and provided a calm getaway from the hustle and bustle of the main town
(they had recently applied to retain the Royal warrant and succeeded, whereas
the Suva Golf Club did not. There
is justice in the world!
J). We wished we could
have stayed there longer, but my sister and her boyfriend were due to arrive in
a couple of days and we needed to get to the other side of the island, 150 miles
away.
We returned to Suva a few weeks later by car to see the
sights we missed in our rushed first visit to the city. We visited the Fiji Museum, which is set
in beautiful Botanic Gardens. The
museum covers Fijian archaeology, boatbuilding and has a huge collection of
Fijian war clubs and spears. The
main hall had several double hulled canoes, complete with woven mat sails and
oars. The collection then went on
to display beautifully carved war clubs, covered in intricate geometric
designs. Fijian cannibalism was
touched upon, with a clear stress that the practice has definitely stopped
now. The final room covered the
history of Fiji since colonisation, and included sections on each of the main
cultural groups. It was a small,
but well laid out museum, and well worth the trip back to Suva. We drove around the other few sights of
Suva, but there was nothing to catch the eye in the concrete jungle of office
blocks and flats. It seems the
country's beauty is mainly outside its capital, and we were glad of the chance
to explore a small number of Fiji's 322 islands by boat and by
car.