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Hot Spring

This time we went ashore in the kayak which, later, turned out to be a very good thing. We paddled our way into the cutting through the mangrove and tied the kayak to the mangroves where the water was shallow. We then waded through the mud to the dirt track that led out of the place. With all the recent rains I found myself sinking in from time to time resulting in very muddy feet.

We made our way back to Arthur and Sandra’s place where we were able to wash ourselves. We were invited in for tea again which we welcomed. We chatted for a while. Albert mentioned they may be going fishing that evening and I asked if could go along. That was ok. They asked if I had any small fish to use as bait. This was a good excuse to get my spear gun out so I offered to bag a few in the afternoon.

Next Arthur took us for a walk down through their land then up to some properties they look after for others which had some excellent views over the harbour. From there we walked back to their house then onto the hot springs some distance away at the other end of their land. This involved a 20 minute rock hopping walk up a river. The hot springs were a natural up welling of constantly bath water hot water coming out of the ground. Rocks had been placed to form a couple of pools which then emptied into the cold river. It was nice alternating from one to the other. When the hot pool overcame us we sat in the river which at first gave us a cold shock but was soon very refreshing. When the chill from the river set in the hot pool warmed us up nicely. Arthur left us here so we had the place to ourselves. We merged with nature. We finished off in the cold river which kept us deliciously cool for the return trip down the river.

We made our way back to Dignity to have a brief lunch and relax. We discover the tide was right out and had to lug the kayak out of the mangroves over the mud. Had we brought the dinghy in this would have been very hard work. By the time we were back on the boat we were quite exhausted.

I roused myself mid-afternoon to go and catch the fish I’d promised. I could have been quite happy to do nothing at that point but I felt I should follow through. The patch I chose was a little murky and the fish more than a little skittish. They all seemed to have an innate understanding of what a spear gun looked like and did. I eventually bagged one fish. I tried using that as bait to bring others in but that didn’t work. I stuck this small fish on the end of the gun to disguise it. That sort of worked allowing me to shoot two really small fish. With these three embarrassingly small trophies I headed home. While in the water Garimar had arrived in the anchorage and Tahina was on their way in. By the time I was showered and in my hammock to relax, Tahina passed our stern and we waved our greetings.

Later I popped over to Tahina to share what we learned about the shore access and what we’d done. While I was there I saw Arthur coming out on their fishing boat so I rushed back and collected my hand line, hooks and bait. In the boat with him was his niece Mona (who we’d briefly met earlier) and Laura from the next village. We ended up out on the reef handlining for fish for about two and half hours. We chatted at times and often cajoled the fish to take our bait. Mona caught two fish and Laura one which was small and used for more bait. Arthur and I had no luck. Laura spent about 10 minutes with a large fish on her line which she eventually lost. They blamed our poor luck on the weather which wasn’t good. We were drenched with rain on a couple of occasions and lightening flashed in the mountains from time to time. For some reason the fish don’t feed when it’s raining. Perhaps they don’t want to get wet.

This morning we’re taking the bus into Savusavu to meet our friends from Napier in NZ and bring them back to the boat this afternoon. They have no idea how they’re going to have to get to the boat. We think we’ll leave the dinghy where we first landed by the river and find a way through the nearby property. If that fails we’ll cross the same barbed wire fence that we did on our first day here.

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