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NB Postcards from Paradise is loosely based on stuff that happened with a dash of gross exaggeration, some under exaggeration and some stuff I might have dreamed, but its all loosely what happened with a bit of artistic license. Names have not been changed to protect the innocent but they are innocent anyway so give them a break.
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A birthday party
Since meeting neighbours Nigel and Carol (just a 10 minute kayak away) they have taken great pity on us dumb white kids living in the bush in tents and have been wonderful hosts. Invited for dinner one evening there was quiche and another night steak and COLD beer. Nigel's birthday party even had cake and wine and roast chicken. Where do they get these things? They also have fabulous magical tricks such as fridges and freezers and cookers... and a blummin big generator. My only complaint with this warmth and generosity is that while there, Jungle John acts as if I never feed him, just beat him with a stick and throw him a dead rat to gnaw on. Nothing could be further from the truth. I cant tell you how much effort goes into making dahl soup in different textures, varying the type of lentils, adding and taking away spices so it isnt identical day by day. Three fingers show the scars of battling with the scalding roti pan. So one more worshipful puppy dog eyed face at Carol at lunch time, and Im going to shrink his loin cloth on a hot wash.
Rats 1, Visitors 5
In the on-going battle for the house with the rats, we have made significant strides with the aid of traps and poison. Never thought I would turn to chemical warfare. So far we have found 4 dead rats, the stench from under the house indicates more and the pool around one of the traps indicates one bloody nose. Sadly a minor birds beak was also taken in collateral damage. In a key strategic turning point and after some intense negotiations, the marmite was returned unharmed, I know we all slept better after that. The consequence of all this death is somewhat stinky though. As Jungle John keeps saying, I love the smell of death in the morning, smells like victory
Rats 1, Visitors 5
Smells like...victory
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And Shithead, named for getting his head stuck in packs of chocolate biccies
Off foraging
The neighbours
Solar power!
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Breathe Deep
Well one of the things we came here for was to make a difference ecologically speaking. In the words of Monty Python, lets DO SOMETHING Reg. And what an opportunity we have. In May, we were amongst several who attended the Suva meeting with the Minister for Fisheries about an ongoing lobbying campaign principally by the Save The Coral Alliance and Fiji Shark Defenders to make all of Fijian waters a marine reserve for sharks. It would make it illegal to kill a shark anywhere in Fijian waters (as it already is to kill a turtle). This is a tall order for a developing nation with giants such as China and Japan constantly pressuring and paying well for the right to come and fin sharks here. But we have put a good case forward that financially they make more money from tourists coming to dive with the sharks, than they can from finning. And since it would be the worlds 2nd largest shark reserve, they could do some great marketing on the back of that. What happened at the meeting? The tuna fisheries put forward their argument that they dont try to catch shark, they are by catch and it is a waste to just throw them back, but if they come on board alive they do throw them back. A shark sanctuary in Fijian waters would put them out of business they say. They claim it is in the in shore local fishermen causing the real problem. And to a degree they are right on that point at least. Last year, the official by catch figures declared around 70,000 sharks caught and landed here.officially. The figures hide what is happening though. The staff on the tuna boats tell us that they arent paid enough to live on, so they have to take the sharks fins in order to supplement their earnings. Their bosses dont encourage it, but they know its going on. And it means the live sharks thrown back are usually those without fins. Once the shark appears in a market, we cant tell if it is from shallow or deep water so we need the shark sanctuary to be all Fijian waters for it to be enforceable. I suggested that by charging tourists who visit Fijian sanctuary waters, we create jobs to police the area, and we can look at compensating the tuna fishing industry for their losses from not being allowed to keep the shark by-catch. In turn they can pass that on to their staff who need a livable wage. (See www.facebookcom/ fijisharkdefenders if you want to know more or get involved). Want to help? Email the editor of the Fiji Times saying you want to come to Fiji and dive with sharks. and support the Shark Sanctuary. Thanks to all who liked and shared the links on the Breathe Deep Diving Page about the meeting.
then it all started turning black. Now Im all for getting a tan, but even I know black flesh is not good on a white man. I should say that we had by this stage been trying to get to the clinic for about 4 days to get this sorted. Problem was it coincided with the weather warning. Harry had to take his engine off the boat and pull the boat in shore. Then the spark plugs went. Neighbour Dan was on the next island over. The one day the boat was working the clinic was closed. Eventually neighbour Nigel lent us his big boat and a captain to get John to the clinic. This was after he slit it open to relieve the pressure, which was like having a front seat for a live action stage show of some awful Discovery documentary on Things that Go Ouch in the Jungle. Weirdly the Western doctor that he saw having prescribed the right antibiotic, also prescribed using a plant to wash the wound in Bush medicine. Which I will tell you all about in the next Bush Craft section.
Front seat for a live action stage show of some awful discovery documentary on things that go ouch in the jungle.
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Bush craft 2
The western doctor told John to find a little plant and wash his mangled leg with it 3 times a day. He said its better than any antiseptic known to man. Hed done tests and everything. So we went on a search and as soon as we mention it to Harry, he smiles knowingly and says yes, very strong Fijian medicine, lots of it around here. Not sure why he didnt volunteer that information days ago when it would have been helpful, but better late than never. So we boiled this stuff up roots, leaves, flowers and all, let it cool and used the liquid to wash the wound. You can also drink it if you are feeling a bit crook, but of course being wild, you cant predict the dosage you are getting so it could all go a bit Alice in Wonderland if you arent careful. Woo hoomines a double!
Bush Medicine
Well reassuringly, Fiji is just the same. Up here in Vanua Levu, they find those from the island of Kandavu as hard to understand as we find Rab C Nesbitsubtitles please? Even within our island it is true, a relatively massive 5,500km2 (That's about 3 times the size of Yorkshire) and a population of a dizzying 130,000 people (thats less than the Borough of Harrogate) And even hereif Im on the East coast I say Vinaka for thank you, for the west coast Vinaawith the k missed out like a Yorkshire Tah home from home. Get it wrong...and theyll look at you as if youre from Lancashire!
Breath Deep Diving at Rainbow Beach Estates, is two British nutters who decided to up sticks and move to Fiji to go diving. Instead of buying a house or something easy, they bought an old, overgrown coconut plantation, a rotten damp rat infested excuse for a house and took a tent with them. Off the beaten track? Theres no track to beat! No
Rainbow Beach Estates Ltd PO Box 687 Savusavu Post Office, Vanua Levu, Fiji Phone: +679 8853186 E-mail: theboss@breathedeepdiving.com
power, no roads, no water, no mobile signal, no internet...just coconuts. Postcards from Paradise is the story of their battle to turn this into their dream of a small eco friendly and innovative dive school. Paradise found, paradise built.
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