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Sunday 28 September 2008

exhilaration at the other end of the world


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Nadi airport on the main island of Fiji, first contact with a Pacific island. I arrive for two weeks and am going to try to live in a local way for that time, that means not looking beyond the present. In the arrival hall, a travel agent unsuccessfully tries to sell me an all-inclusive tour. Despite my stubbornness not to book one of his excursions, he keeps on smiling and gives me a precious piece of advice which will prove to be essential for the next stage of my trip. In substance, he encourages me no to stay on the main island (Viti Levu where there are the towns of Nadi, Lautoka or Suva) and get to the small islands which are the heart of the Fijian spirit.
The population is a mix of Melanesians and Indians whose ancestors emigrated to Fiji in order to work in the sugar cane fields. These workers finally stayed and today represent 40% of the total population. This racial disparity is the main cause of the political instability where each community reproaches the other one its hegemonic desires. These last years, 2 coups d'état shook the country and consequently, the tourism dramatically dropped down.
Nadi is not really appealing. The next day, I hop on a minivan and head eastwards. My intention is to stop in the village of Pacific Harbour where we can dive with sharks. Unfortunately, I haven't booked in advance and the dive center is full for the next three days. Too much waiting, I pack my bag and set off again the next day. After one hour by car, I reach the capital city Suva where I board on a ferry in direction of the island of Taveuni. A long 20-hour cruise which drops me off on one of those remote islands where I hope to meet the Fijian culture and joie de vivre (exhilaration) praised by the travel agent at the airport. The ferry moors to a mere pontoon with no building around. A few taxis wait for the passengers but I prefer to stretch out my leg by walking along the coconut-tree-flanked coastal road. On the way, I stop at a dive center where I book an outing for the next day then I take to the way again towards the village of Naqara. A short hour of stroll where I pass alongside the local dwellings stifled by an invading vegetation. Native people offer me large smiles followed by a welcoming « Bula » (Welcome or good morning in Fijian). Life serenely goes on this small bit of land.
The dive center stands comparison with the villagers, laid-back atmosphere, certain joie de vivre and contagious smiles. On the boat, the warm-hearted ambiance carries on, we talk about rugby and I state that I'm coming from a city (Toulon) where rugby resembles a religion and is the topic of countless impassioned conversations. During our chat, I says that two Fijian players belong to the team (Sissa Koyamaibole et Gabiriele Lovobalavu). To these words, Jimmy, who officiates as captain of the boat this morning, suddenly turns back and says « you know Gabiriele Lovobalavu ! ». He informs me that his elder brother Kanito lives and works on the island in position of health inspector for the ministry of Health. He takes his phone, immediately calls him and an appointment is got for the next day. On top of the exceptional seabed that the Somosomo strait and the Rainbow reef offer, I'll be able to dip into the Fijian intimacy.

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The next day, I go to the police station where all the team mustered around a bowl of Kava to celebrate an event I forgot the name. That's here Kanito have given the appointment to me. I sit down as discreetly as possible when someone holds a microphone out to me asking to introduce myself. About thirty of pairs of eyes riveted on me, I stand up and explain why I'm here ; Then I keep on shaking the hands of all the guests. The following of the meeting is more informal when every two minutes someone holds out to me a coconut bowl full of kava I must knock back. The kava is the national beverage, a pounded root mixed with water which has the taste and the colour of the muddy water. With friends, family or workmates, there is no lack of opportunities to meet around this elixir.
outside this celebration, I take part of the sporting events as spectator with an athletic event and then a rugby tournament where each team represents a parish of the island. Guaranteed fervour around the playground. I will finish my evening at the Kanito's house with his family. Great time of sharing and laughing around the dinner with a special feature. At the other end of the world, a poster of the rugby club toulonnais is hanged to the wall.

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Saturday 13 September 2008

A certain conception of the happiness

No sooner said than done, I pack my bag and leave to try my luck on the east coast of the Malaysian peninsular. According to the weather forecasts, it should be fine – or not rain at least. The choice of the islands is quite large and I opt for Pulau Redang, not really an island for backpackers since to get there we must book a package in advance which includes nights and submarine activities. The harbour is rather chaotic. Each resort has its own boat or subcontracts this part to another resort and without a guide it would have been hard to find my way by myself. The journey lasts one hour when I swap the shuttle-boat for a small one, about a hundred meters from the shore.
I take off my shoes and land on a barren beach. A strip of sand a series of bungalows are laid on and surrounded by a thick forest of coconut trees. It's off-season which accentuates the Robinson Crusoe of my arrival. This narrow strand of sand gathers everything I like, walking alone one a remote beach, scaling on the rocks where monkeys took up residence, sitting down and listening to the rumble of the water or turning over the sand to look for shells. I entertain a certain conception of happiness.

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To complete this peaceful life, the day is made up of 2 or 3 dives to enjoy the pleasure of the underwater landscapes. And the most difficult thing when I flounder into the water is to see my pressure gauge invariably going down and realize kicking up is inevitable because I don't have air in the tank any more.

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Tuesday 12 August 2008

Discovering the surf at Bali

Several hours of flight, quite a long time of waiting, 2 different airlines, I set foot in Denpasar, the lively capital city of Bali. The 4-letter enumeration of this bit of land announces some idyllic holidays on a heavenly island for a lot of people. My family picks me up at the airport with a large smile. Quite 2 months we haven't seen at each other. Everything seems to go by so fast. We negotiate a bemo (local van) to rush to the Legian district. The Legian and Kuta area gathers a great number of tourists and all the relating economy. Succession of hotels, restaurants, travel agencies, craft and surf shops. The urge is too tempting. Several years Jo and I have dreamt of breaking waves, tubes and gliding. Being at one with the ocean. Alone with his board to stroke the element. More than a sport, the surf enthusiasts consider it to be a way of life. Perhaps it will be ours in a few hours after our introductory session. On the beach, every 50 meters, stalls offer boards for rent. Longboard, mini-malibu or thruster, we quickly learn the terms. We book a 2-hour lesson. Private coaching on the beach, our instructor breaks down the moves to stand up. Then, the board wedged under the armpit, we cheerfully walk towards the waves. A set of advice later, a special pleasure-tinted feeling overwhelms me. I keep standing on the board! The road is still hazardous before turning in the giant waves but the joy is definitely here, as an obvious fact.

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But the learning will be still long, very long... Because before being on the front cover of the surf magazines, We entered for the greatest fall competition.

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Armelle and Magali join us and the entire team is gathered for a 15-day Balinese adventure. Loving reunion.
To extend the soft and gilded Kuta life, We go to visit the south of the island. Balangan, Dreamland or Padang-Padang, a coconut-trees-fringed or cliff-flanked paradise. Something in common goes through these light-sanded strips watered by shapely breaker. While we look at the surfers and body-boarders who compete for a wave, a leitmotiv constantly comes back. Dumbstruck, our look doesn't come off these heavenly expanses any more ; last shangri-la for the people stressed by the urban hubbub.
Our eyes decipher the waves in the distance. Only a board is missing...

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At the end of the day, we visit the Uluwatu temple. Sanctuary of more-or-less-aggressive monkeys which have the unfortunate tendency of grabbing everything that juts out from the pockets. The sun goes down on the horizon, our eyes leap from the ocean to the reddening sky. The twilight sweeps away the last rays of this wonderful day.

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