31 Sanauli Faliate
Our Fijian neighbours and Saane both gave us some tava fruit that have been growing in our garden… I took a small bucket to school and proceeded to inform everyone at ‘Ahopanilolo that as I grew them I am a now calling myself a tava farmer. The fruit is very sweet and tastes like a lychee but even nicer.
Malatina told me that they are always ripe in cyclone season so I hope this is not an omen for more destruction.
The night had been quite wild so we had to close all the windows (well where we could) and then woke up to a morning of boiling kettles on the gas stove and taking cold showers (tolerable here with ease) as all our the power in our house was out.
I waded across the sodden ground to Saane’s house shaking off Tin Tin and Noodle who saw me and performed 360s as they wanted to play. At her kitchen window I gently calling “malo e lelei” to see if anyone was up… this is the usual way to get the attention of a household when you visit.
It was just before 7.00am so of course she was… but her son Poko, who works for Tonga Power was still pumping out the zzzzzzs. Saane took the issue in hand and woke Poko who will check our street pole when he gets to work and has his ladders and equipment. The problem only seems to be at our house and it is not the fuses so hopefully it can be fixed easily.
We have really enjoyed the freedom of motoring around our island capital ‘city’ on Bas the moped… but on mornings like today when the monsoonish rains seem unrelenting the romance disappears rapidly. We popped on the rain gear (for what it is worth) and sat waiting for a break in the showers to make the dash to school and arrived safe and more importantly dry.
Tongan of all ages relish in an opportunity to be out in the rain. In town we even saw people taking rain showers under drain pipes!