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How I went praying at night with Elia and his family.
How I went praying at night with Elia and his family.
How I went praying at night with Elia and his family.
How I went praying at night with Elia and his family.
How I went praying at night with Elia and his family.
How I went praying at night with Elia and his family.
How I went praying at night with Elia and his family.
How I went praying at night with Elia and his family.
How I went praying at night with Elia and his family.
How I went praying at night with Elia and his family.
How I went praying at night with Elia and his family.
How I went praying at night with Elia and his family.
How I went praying at night with Elia and his family.
How I went praying at night with Elia and his family.
How I went praying at night with Elia and his family.
How I went praying at night with Elia and his family.
How I went praying at night with Elia and his family.
How I went praying at night with Elia and his family.

The plan was, for once, to follow the advice from my guide book by visiting Namuamua, up the Navua river and to spend the night in the lodge up there. But one more time, things ended up so far away from what I was expecting.

Looking for a boat to go up the river I realised that no one would be able to bring me there before the end of the day. I started then to ask around if anyone could drive me there by car. And within five minute I was introduced to Elia, the school bus driver in the area I wanted to get to. He would give me a ride , and, naturally, offered me to stay at his place in Naimasimasi, a village close to Namuamua.

A new adventure was again starting! We went together pick the students up after school, to drive them home. The bus got stuck in the mud, the kids and I had to push it out of there. We finally made it to the village, where I met his young daughter Olita, two of his nephews, his two brothers and his wife.

After the traditionnal sevusevu and welcoming tea, Elia guided me, walking in a river under the rain, thru an amazing jungle with palm tree and wild orchids, to a amazing waterfall...

Back home we changed into dry clothes and to Elia's old father's house, where, every night, the hole family and neighbourgs meet, with their guitars, to pray before dinner. It was, one more time, a very interesting cultural experience for me to live.

Enhanced with traditional fijian songs, intense preaching from Elia and individual out loud prayers accompanied on the guitars, this 'mass' gave to the night a very special atmosphere...

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