Category: Taveuni Island

July 2019, South Pacific, Taveuni Island, The South Pacific

All This In 18 Days?

After our visit to Vurevure Village it was time to move on so we set out early in the morning for the southern end of Taveuni Island and a little resort known as Paradise Resort. The trip was pretty uneventful and in the early afternoon we arrived and took a mooring in front of this small dive resort. The water here is the clearest we’ve seen in all of Fiji. It’s literally like having the boat over top of our own private aquarium! Ahhh….how we love to see water like this!

The people at the resort were wonderful, warm and very welcoming and will provide you with more than enough information on what there is to see and do nearby. We, however, were only going to be there for the night because a weather front was headed our way and this is not the place to be in 25-30 knot southerly winds.

We had cocktails at the bar and later had dinner by the pool and ocean under a thatched roof hut. Unfortunately we didn’t have a chance to do any snorkeling but we will be back this way next year so this is definitely on our list!

The following day we all headed to Savusavu to seek protection from the coming winds and weather. Forecast was for 25-30 knot winds with lots of rain to accompany them. In Savausavu you can go up into the river to get away from the fetch and it’s very well protected.

Our arrival in Savusavu marked the end of our circumnavigation around Vanua Levu. In all we travelled 360 NM over the course of 18 days. We visited 12 anchorages and toured 7 villages. We took a five mile dinghy ride up a river to the city of Labasa and lived to tell the tale. We met 4 chiefs, gave away 5 bundles of Kava, visited 4 schools, snorkeled beautiful reefs, enjoyed savory meals aboard each other’s yachts and had an amazing and wonderful time with dear friends. We also replaced a windlass motor and diagnosed and repaired a ground wire problem that caused our engine not to start in the middle of nowhere! It was truly an adventure we will never forget.

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When we arrived in Savusavu the Copra Shed Marina didn’t have even one available mooring. It seems everyone had the same idea…get to a protection anchorage. Add to that the fact that the ARC Rally boats were in the area and this place was packed. No big deal for Dazzler, we just headed a little further up the river and were pleased to find an available mooring at Savusavu Marina and what a wonderful place this turned out to be.

You see, most yachties come in wanting to stay near Copra Shed because the marina and yacht club are there and it’s very centrally located along the strip where the shopping and restaurants are located. Savusavu Marina, on the other hand, is a bit further up the river and not as close to those things. But honestly, it’s still less than a five minute dinghy ride to Copra Shed so I don’t understand the big deal. We LOVED this place. It is away from all the chaos and dinghies running about and we had a wonderful breeze coming across the reef area from the bay on the other side. One afternoon we even watched a couple of whales playing in the adjoining bay at sunset. The sunsets here were absolutely spectacular! And, best of all, NO mosquitoes!!! When we stayed at Copra Shed we were eaten alive and had to keep our screens in the companionway. Here we didn’t have a one! AWESOME SAUCE!

The day after we arrived here more and more of the ARC Rally boats started coming in looking for moorings. For those who don’t know, ARC is a World Cruising Club and they organize rallies for cruisers all over the world. The rally that hit Savusavu that day was the World Rally. They take 15 months to sail around the world. Personally I’ve no interest in racing around the world in less than two years. How are you supposed to immerse yourself into the different cultures and really get to know about the people and places you’re visiting when you are in and out in a matter of days or even a couple of weeks? No, we enjoy taking our time and getting to know the locals, learning about their lives and just enjoying the places we visit.

Of course if you read about the ARC rallies you’ll see all of the “pretty, polished” events they arrange with local dancers and stuff like that.  I guess if that’s what you’re into then fine but we’ve had so many wonderful, one on one experiences with the islanders I just can’t imagine only seeing these places through the eyes of a “tourist”. What these people are seeing in their haste to circumnavigate the globe is not the real thing. It’s the commercialized, tourist experience. Nope….not our can of beer.

The day all of the ARC boats began descending upon Savusavu is also the day that I lost all respect for a vast majority of these people. Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure many of them are lovely people but I heard some of the most rude and nasty boaters on the radio that day. Captains were calling the marinas on the radio and demanding that they find them a mooring. Seriously, I actually heard one man say to the girl on the radio, “I’m with ARC and I demand that you find me a mooring NOW!”  Many others were rude to the people in the marinas and restaurants as well and not just on the radio but right there in person. There was this horrible entitled attitude that seemed to just permeate the air. I was literally shell shocked by how uppity and truly nasty these people were to the locals. I guess just because they spent a little over €20,000 to join this around the world rally they assume that everyone on earth must bow to them. Well, if I was one of those locals I’d have had a few words to say to those jerks and it wouldn’t have been, “Bula Vinaka” either!

These boats came in for two days, maybe three and everywhere they went they left a wake of chaos behind. They sucked up all of the resources….food, fuel, restaurant space etc.. and then off they went. I’m absolutely certain the locals had to be beyond ecstatic to see them go. Sure, the money they generate is fine but is it really worth it when there are other cruisers who come in, spend time, get to know the people and really try to assimilate into the culture? Later we found out that Savusavu had a supply shortage immediately after ARC left. Hmmmm…. Anyway, as you can see we’re not big fans of the whole ARC Rally thing and we certainly lost a tremendous amount of respect for many of the yachties we saw and heard come through the area.

But, we didn’t let them spoil our time in Savusavu. We spent five days there just enjoying the people and, of course, spending our last few days with Lutz & Gabi. After traveling with them for almost three weeks it was going to be hard to see them leave so we met up for happy hours and had a couple of dinners together. One place in particular had some pretty good Asian cuisine. It was not a fancy restaurant by any means but the food was excellent. It was the Hong Kong Restaurant and we loved it.

Finally the time came to say, “Farewell” to our dear friends Lutz and Gabi. It was time for them to continue moving as their son was flying in and they needed to get to Vitu Levu. We celebrated our circumnavigation of Vanua Levu with a farewell dinner at the Captain’s Table at Copra Shed Marina. It was a bittersweet evening but we left with the knowledge that we’d meet up again in a few weeks.

For the next couple of days we worked on boat projects and just enjoyed our time in the area. We had lunches at Surf & Turf Restaurant and the Savusavu Yacht Club. We filled our fuel tanks and picked up a few veggies at the outdoor market. Dan began planning the next leg of our journey. From here we will move south toward Viti Levu, the largest island in Fiji. Who knows what other wonderful adventures await? That’s what I love most….never knowing what amazing things we will see in our next port. THIS truly is a blessed life out here and I’m so happy to be sharing it with Dan!

The food at Surf & Turf is amazing!

Until next time,

Jilly & Dan

P.S. We would be remiss if we didn’t mention a great little store here in SavuSavu. It’s called Sea Lovers Wine, Spirits & Deli. This wonderful little gem has those hard to find items you’ve been missing in your travels. From international wines and spirits to gourmet cheeses and our personal favorite, Mission Tortillas, we found a lot of yummy treats in here. The owners are lovely people and we highly recommend stopping in if you make it to Savusavu. They are located on the main drag down by the Immigration Office. You can’t miss them.

Fiji, June 2019, South Pacific, Taveuni Island, The South Pacific

Is He Trying To Kill Me?

How do you know when your man has finally had enough of you? Well, just maybe he subtly tries to send you to the big dirt nap. Just maybe he has a plan so brilliant that he will make you believe he just wants you to see a beautiful, natural wonder. You know, that it’s all about making you happy. 

But, let me start at the beginning.

Yesterday we arrived here at Vurevure Bay. It’s a wonderful little bay on the east side of Taveuni Island here in Northern Fiji. SV SuAn and SV Dazzler are the only boats here. Of course, as usual we anchored, had our anchor down libations and then headed to shore to do sevusevu with the chief. On shore we were met by a gaggle of young children who were playing on the beach. One young boy probably eight or ten years old took the lead and escorted us to the home of the chief. Chief Isimeli, his wife Elizabeth and his sons John and Sanaila graciously welcomed us into their home. 

We sat on a a woven mat on the large covered porch. The porch even has beautiful, colorful tiled floors. Yes, it’s the first time we’ve seen tile on the floors here. Of course, this is a bit more of a well to do village than most we’ve seen. There are several vehicles and Chief Isimeli has a very nice truck sitting under the carport. We presented our kava and the chief very graciously accepted it. Then we sat about chatting and asking questions. They, wanting to know about us and we them.

We were not there very long but in our time there Chief Isimeli told us he would have his son John drive us to the Tavoro Falls tomorrow and his other son, Sanaila would be our guide to the falls. Elizabeth even invited us back their home for lunch after our hike. We left feeling quite welcomed into their little community.

This morning Lutz and Gabi pick us up with their tender at 0830. We’ve gotten into the habit of only putting one tender in the water at each anchorage and we take turns….it’s their turn. Anyway, we head to shore. As we approach the shore Chief Isimeli’s first-born son, John, is waiting for us in his truck. While the chief arranged for John to drive us there is a fee. It’s one we are happy to pay at just $10 Fijian dollars each way. John is taking us to the world famous Tavoro Waterfalls At Bouma National Heritage Park. It is just 3-4 kilometers from the village where we left the dink but it’s a hilly road and it’s good to have transportation especially when you know there is a long, uphill hike ahead of you.

Tavoro Falls was made famous by its appearance in the 1991 movie Return To The Blue Lagoon. Can’t say I ever remember watching that one but the falls do sound beautiful and we are always up for a little hiking so it seemed perfect. When we arrive at the park Sanaila, the chief’s second to youngest child, greets us. Sanaila was instructed by his father to be our guide for the day. As he said, “I know my place and obey my father”. He’s a good son!

I am a bit on edge about this hike because I know it will be a long and difficult one up the mountain. It’s hot and humid here in the rainforest so my concern is my asthma. I am carrying both of my inhalers, my Epipen and I even took a steroid before leaving Dazzler. Of course the locals have assured me it isn’t too steep or strenuous. In fact the lady at the place where we paid our entrance fee of $9 Fijian per person said the only really steep part is a relatively short hike from waterfall one to waterfall two. I’m thinking it’s just one small section so even I should be able to handle that.

Having paid our fees we are soon on our way. I am pleasantly surprised with the beginning of the hike. It is a wide, grassy path through a beautiful green valley filled with tropical plants and flowers. Along the right side is a fresh water river that is fed by the three waterfalls we are headed to see. There is even a narrow concrete sidewalk for part of the way. Yes, this is my kind of hiking! No problem here….let’s rock this thing!

It’s just a short 10 or 15 minute hike to the first waterfall (seen in the movie) which is absolutely amazing! It is 24 meters high and falls into a beautiful clear pool over black sand. This is the first island in Fiji where we’ve encountered black sand. It’s actually very pretty. This spot is so beautiful I could stay here all day. In fact, I probably should stay here to wait for the rest of our party but Dan won’t have it so off we go on an adventure through the jungle.

Sanaila, Lutz and Gabi take the lead knowing that I will be much slower. Dan, always the gentleman, stays behind me to make sure I am okay. Just after we cross the tiny bridge at the first waterfall the path starts going up! When I say up, I mean it goes almost straight up. There’s even a sign…”Steep climb. Take Your Time Ascending The Hill” that warns of the treacherous trail to come. This should have been my first clue that I truly should have stayed back at the first waterfall and waited on everyone else. After all, it is a magical place and I could have relaxed on the rocks and gone swimming in the beautiful water but no, Dan insists that I make this trek with him.

What about this sign made me think it was going to be an easy hike?

There are steps cut into the side of the mountain that help but there is no doubt in my mind this will be one seriously long hike for someone with asthma. At first I am all about it and determined to meet the challenge but about halfway up I am ready to turn back. Dan still won’t hear of it so like cattle being gently prodded I slowly take one step at a time stopping often to catch my breath or drink a bit of water. It’s hot and very steamy in the jungle here but Dan is ever so patient with the time it takes me to make my way up this steep path.

We finally round one corner and see a clearing at a shelf on the mountain. Just twenty or thirty steps away we see Sanaila, Lutz and Gabi enjoying a bit of shade under a beautiful shelter lined with wooden benches. The view from here is spectacular as we look over the lush, green jungle and out to the ice blue ocean. They have stopped to wait for us and, of course, take in the view.

Jungle Jilly…CHAMPION!

I feel like a champion as I reach the shelter. After all, I’ve been told I have already conquered the steepest part of the trail. I hold my arms up in victory as we approach our friends. Then I collapse on a bench, gather my breath, suck on my inhaler and try to recoup from this exhausting experience knowing all the while there is a lot more ground to cover as we have yet to even reach the second waterfall. 

Everyone is so kind to me. Gabi keeps telling me she is so proud that I made it. Me? I am just glad the sun isn’t out today and that I am still alive! Silently I am praying I will make it to the next waterfall and hoping I can talk Dan into letting me wait there as they continue toward the summit and waterfall number three. The third one is supposed to be the most beautiful of them all so I’m not holding my breath. Of course I’m having a hard time even catching it anyway.

Here Dan is surely saying, “Just keep walking and stop whining!”

After a short break at the shelter we head out again. I have been assured the walk to the next waterfall isn’t as bad so I am in high spirits. Of course that lasts about five minutes. All of the sudden we are doing all of this up and down, switchback hiking. All I keep thinking is that for every step I take down there will be a step up going back. Again, I try to be a trooper but by this time…over an hour into this hike I am starting to lose faith in my ability to continue on. Several times I literally beg Dan to let me just stop and wait for everyone. He refuses! He says either we go together or not at all. It’s at this point I start to wonder if maybe he has a more sinister motive….you know, kill off the ol’ gal in a way that looks like an accident? “Gee, officer I don’t know. Guess it was just too strenuous for her. One second she was hiking and the next she just keeled over.”Hmmm…

Ordinarily I would kick his butt for taking a picture of my back side but this shows how steep this was.

Of course I’m pretty sure or at least I hope that isn’t the case so I start to focus on a book I read several years ago. It was written by Stephen Olsen and is called The Slight Edge. The whole premise of the book is that to effect any real change in your life you have to take tiny steps in the direction you want to go. For me, today, that means one small step up, down or sideways to reach this waterfall and so I just keep going. Of course that doesn’t happen without a lot of stress, complaining and moments when I think I will literally pass out from not being able to catch my breath; but Dan stays by my side encouraging me the entire way.

It seems like the endless hike from hell but soon we hear and then see the waterfall at the top of the mountain. We bypassed waterfall #2 to get to the top first and plan to hit the second one on the way back down. This one at the top of the mountain is stunningly spectacular and very much worth the pain to get here but there is one problem. To actually reach the base of the falls I have to trek down a steep and muddy path that has a rope on one side to keep you from falling down. The moment I see this I plant my feet firmly in the mud and say, “No more!” I have done all I am willing to do and as enticing as that cool water looks I am not, under any circumstances, traversing this steep trail only to have to try to come up it again. Nope, no way I’m doing it and I don’t care what you say!” After all, sometimes a girl has to stand her ground and this is one of those times.

So, it is here that I encourage, whine, beg and even demand that Dan continue on and enjoy the pool. After all, he shouldn’t pay for my bad lungs by missing out on this experience. He’s already had to endure enough on the way up here. Of course he fights me tooth and nail saying that you never leave your partner behind but I can be pretty tough and I tell him he can see me from the pool so he needs to go. Eventually I win this battle. I watch as he carefully makes his way down the path and I stand aloft taking photos of the falls, our friends, and Dan.

As I watch them all enjoying themselves in the cool water I suddenly find myself inching my way further down the path. After all, I earned a moment of enjoyment in the clear, fresh water and honestly, after everything I endured to get here, how hard can it really be to get out? I have Dan and three other people, including a strapping young 21 year old who can help if needed so why not finish the mission? So yes, despite my determination to quit, I find myself moving toward the finish line. I slowly and cautiously make my way to the base of the falls. Once there I don’t waste a second as I strip down to my bathing suit and begin to work my way across the slippery rocks to the ice-cold water at the base of this most magnificent waterfall. I step in gently at first but then decide I just have to go for it and I push off from the shore and duck my head under the water. Ahhhhhhh! It feels so refreshing after the long, hot, sweaty hike a hundred miles up into the sky. Oh wait…it was more like a mile but it sure felt like I was climbing Mount Everest!

Dan smiles at me as he sees me in the water. I sense he’s a bit proud of me for going the full distance. In actuality, I’m grateful he pushed me to get here. It would have been something I’d have hated to miss. Of course he knew that the entire time which is why he kept pushing me.

We all enjoy a wonderful swim in this clear, cold water. Sanaila works his way up the waterfall on the steep rocks and before long he is perched there preparing to take a plunge into the pool below. We all watch from the pool and I know at least I am holding my breath and praying he doesn’t get hurt. Of course I’m certain this isn’t his first rodeo so I’m pretty confident it will turn out okay. After a few moments of preparation Sanaila jumps from the rocky cliff and splashes into the pool below. We all applaud as he comes popping up in the frothing, whitewater at the base of the falls.

We spend about forty-five minutes here at this enchanting spot before we decide it’s time to get back on the trail. While I’m feeling much better there is still the thought of the incredibly long and arduous hike out of this place but there’s no time to dwell on that. I just have to focus on one step at a time. And, of course everyone is telling me that it’s going to be much easier getting out so off we go.

Once again we send Sanaila, Lutz and Gabi ahead and Dan follows me up, over and around the slippery, muddy trail. About ten minutes into the return hike I misstep and go sliding through the muck. I’ve got one leg flying up and out to the right and the other to the left as I land on a log that crosses the trail. Fortunately I don’t go too deep into the muck so I’m only partially covered with this goopy, wet and very sticky mud. Even more fortunately I do not appear to be injured. Dan rushes to help me up because I’m spread out like a deer that’s been strung up for slaughter and if I move to either side I’m going to sink into the mud. Back on my feet I do a quick physical assessment and find I am indeed, uninjured. Thank you Lord! I can’t imagine how I would have gotten off this mountain with a broken ankle or something like that.

As you can imagine, It’s about now that I’m ready for this entire adventure to be over. I mean really, I’m a pretty adventurous gal and I love to hike but I’m feeling like I’m in a bit over my head. Of course Dan continues to prod me along and I do my best to keep moving forward with as little complaining as possible. (He’ll probably tell you a different story on that part though.)

Pretty soon we come to the fork in the trail that leads down to the second waterfall. We don’t see our compadres so we can only assume they are already down there. I take one look down the steep trail and decide I have definitely had enough. Nope, I’ll stay right here and this time I mean it! 

As Dan walks a short way down the path to see how steep it really is our friends come walking toward him. They have already visited the falls and are on their way out. YES! I have been saved from additional torture! There truly is a God! At this point we all continue heading down the mountain. The hike still has about forty minutes to go but knowing that it will soon be over keeps me moving. 

We do stop again at the shelter on the mountain shelf and take a breather. This time, however, we stop a little too long. The lactic acid in our muscles begins to build and by the time we start the very steep downward hike my thighs are trembling with each step. All I can think of is reaching the bottom and finally, after what seems like forever, we do! Can I get an Amen or more importantly, a beer?

The hike up to Tavolo Falls, while it tested my lungs and my will, is one of the highlights of this circumnavigation around Vanua Levu. Sanaila has been an incredible guide and we thoroughly enjoyed all of the knowledge he shared with us about his country, his village and his people. He is a wonderful new friend and we are grateful he took his time to accompany us on this journey.

This is just the first part of today’s adventure and while I’d love nothing more than to get back to Dazzler, shower and sit in the cockpit tipping a few cold ones to celebrate the fact that Dan’s prodding and pushing me up the mountain didn’t result in my demise, we have more plans for the day. There’s a tour of the village and lunch at the Chief’s home to look forward to so be sure to check back to find out what else happens to this motley crew of sailors. 

Until next time,

Jilly & Dan