It took a few days to adjust to the warm weather and finding our way around this small town. The main road that goes round the island is the only street in Savusavu, dusty and pot-holed with a crumbling sidewalk and a string of old concrete buildings spilling out music and people. There are several restaurants, most offering Fijian and Indian food along with pizza and fish ‘n chips. People are friendly and shout out Bula! in greeting.
I got recertified for scuba diving which was four days of intensive reading and studying, along with the required 4 open water dives. A lot has changed since I was originally certified in 1969 and made my last dive around 1974. While I was busy with diving, Jim was busy with boat projects like repairing the head, rewiring the chart plotter and lugging diesel cans back and forth.
Tiny seaweed on display in the farmers market.
Yaqona ((kava) roots bundled in the farmers market. We bought some for taking to the sevusevus we will do when entering villages.
We decided to take a cooking class at the Sea View Cafe. We perched on tiny stools and watched our meal being prepared and took notes and asked plenty of questions.
This was used to roll out the roti. It looks easy but when Jim and I tried rolling them somehow they didn’t look round like hers.
This is the roti pan we used
and this is the meal we helped prepare and got to eat – dahl, potato curry, chicken curry, spinach, roti and samosas.