Where the sky meets the sea
And life is lived with a different footprint
KADAVU, Fiji - To travel 7,500 miles for a five-star, air-conditioned villa on the beach would have been to miss the heart of Fiji. That was not what I had in mind as I traveled with a 50-pound suitcase of medical supplies from the East Coast to Fiji’s Nadi International Airport and on to Kadavu.
Rising from the sea in a wall of densely forested mountains, Kadavu, the fourth largest of Fiji’s 333 islands, is surrounded by Great Astrolabe, the world’s fourth largest barrier reef. Eight years ago, after sailing through Fiji’s Yasawa archipelago, I came here on a whim and ended up pledging to provide medical supplies for one of the villages. Now I was returning to fulfill that promise and explore the closest place to paradise I had ever been.
Kadavu’s seduction is twofold: the seclusion of an almost uninhabited island and a culture so embracing that you do not feel alone. Divers come here to drift down the five Great Astrolabe reef passages. Snorkelers like me find opportunities to wriggle through soft coral gardens fringing bay after deeply indented bay.
For my 10-day stay the thunderous reef breaks and empty gold and white beaches seemed to belong to only a few visitors. Of course, they do not. Kadavu is home to 75 small villages where smartphones and tradition coexist to a surprising degree. Seemingly poor, they are rich with natural resources that still sustain them. A growing number of eco-resorts help preserve their environment and way of life.
When I met Adrian Watt, Richard Akhtar, and Jeanie Mailliard on my first trip, they had just left high-powered jobs to become the owners of Matava Resort on Kadavu’s southeast coast. Recently joined by co-owner Stuart Gow, they set a gold standard on the island for blending with the local ethos while building a full-service adventure outfit.
Almost invisible from the water, nine grass-and-wood “bures,’’ or bungalows, keep alive a natural construction method that Fijians are forsaking for concrete. Solar-powered hot showers and ocean breezes for air conditioning make guests feel virtuously green. One of Akhtar’s first acts on arriving was to negotiate a no-take agreement with his Kadavu Koro village neighbors who own the fishing rights in the area. The result is a flourishing marine preserve around little Waya Island, a short swim from the resort’s dock.
Mailliard’s first project was an organic garden that supplies her gourmet menu, considered the island’s best. Dinners under the tall, open-air “bure-levu,’’ communal meeting space, bring guests together at lantern-lighted tables where the highlight could be a coconut-infused curry, or Fijian “kakoda,’’ citrus-cooked raw fish, made with your own deep sea catch of the day.
As Matava’s guests, we were welcomed not only to Kadavu Koro’s waterfall, at 80 feet the island’s tallest, but also to the village.
Akhtar instructed me in making my first “sevusevu’’ there to Ratu (chief) Menassah. Sevusevu is the ritual presentation of kava by which newcomers are formally accepted into a community. Kava, from the dried yagona plant, dates back thousands of years in Fiji, and is made by pounding the root into powder, infusing it with water, and straining it through a cloth into the “tanoa,’’ a large wooden bowl. Guests sit cross-legged with the elders as each person claps and drains a “bilo,’’ a cup made from calabash or coconut, of kava in one gulp.
Although visitors often leave Fiji without making sevusevu, it opens doors. On my first trip I would not have been offered food, welcomed to spend the night, or invited into an inner circle of elders to record a traditional “meke,’’ a story told in dance and chant, had I not honored that tradition. The medical supplies were my repayment for that generosity.
Being 37 miles long and roadless, Kadavu is explored mainly by boat. (A hotel transfer from the airport is an adrenalin-charged event planing over the coral heads.) With no restaurant or dive shop anywhere, each resort is a self-contained world.
To see more of the island, I moved to Waisalima Beach Resort, an economical base at the east end. Here grass bures sit directly on spectacular Naiqoro Passage, facing Ono Island, about 2 miles distant. Along with a location minutes from the Astrolabe’s best diving, the resort’s great charm lies with the local couple who manage it, Rogo and Tulala Lalakonakoro, and their staff. The Lalakonakoros make it easy to visit their village, Tiliva, and nearby Lagalevu. Waisalima’s chef, Moli, who cooks Fijian home-style meals, spent a morning teaching me her traditional techniques for making fresh coconut milk and stuffed taro leaves.
Other than the kava and music sessions at your resort, ferry day on Kadavu - when the ship Sinu-I-Wasa arrives from Suva loaded with building supplies, canned goods, livestock, and people - is as lively as it gets. With my Waisalima hosts and some of their village friends, I took the short boat ride north to the ferry dock in Kavala Bay. Milling around the scene were my friends from Matava, and tucked deeper into the bay was the second most exciting thing on Kadavu: a store.
Tevita Kawa not only stocks everything from stick bread to generator fuel in his Vunivaivai store, he has turned the surrounding property into a model of agriculture with 37,000 yagona plants, fruit orchards, and hogs. As a Waisalima guest, this will be your starting point for the one-hour hike to Waidababa, the island’s second-tallest waterfall. That is, unless you take the 9-mile route from the government dock, as I did.
“It’s up to you,’’ said Ben Sorensen from Utah, whom I met at Waisalima with his local friends Simi O’Connor and Joe Delana. From the surprised looks on their faces, I could tell they had expected me to choose the short cut.
Much of the longer route follows a scenic red clay road that is not too strenuous, until it diverges onto a jungle path. Once in the rain forest, underground springs make for the most slippery hiking you are likely to experience short of a swamp walk.
You know your goal is near when the temperature drops 10 degrees and the water’s roar urges you up the last tangled hill. Be prepared to spend the day. The falls are hard to leave.
The warmth and hospitality of Fijians are hard to leave as well. Visiting a Kadavu dive resort two years ago, Sorensen made friends in a neighboring village who invited him to stay. Today he uses his contracting skills to bring fresh water from the natural springs to island communities.
In the end, Ratu Joseva Bose delivered the medical supplies to Nacomoto, the village where I had promised them. Bose, who co-owns kayak outfitter Tamarillo Expeditions, had suggested we paddle there with the supplies in tow, but on the appointed day, it poured rain. In my few remaining days, the chance of organizing another visit was unlikely.
Bose and I met in Korolevu, the bay east of Matava, where he lives on a coconut plantation with his wife, Aliti, and their children. According to an old meke, Kadavu’s first inhabitants came ashore on Bose’s land. He offers a guest bure on the property and bases his business there. While the kids kicked a rugby ball and the rooster occasionally wandered inside, I unpacked the medical supplies and wrote a note for the village spokesman. Then we loaded the Tamarillo chase boat with kayaks and gunned it for Mai Dive Astrolabe Reef Resort - along with Oneta Resort, one of two excellent hideaways on Ono Island.
Tall and thumbprint-shaped, Ono rises from a glass-clear lagoon formed by the Astrolabe’s east-by-north arc with a scatter of islets at its skirt. With four others and our guides, we set off on an island circumnavigation by kayak. With each dip of the paddle, colonies of giant brain corals swirled beneath us. Around each turn, an empty beach waited, some the color of cream, others oxide-tinted a bright orange. Through perfect calm, a side wind, a head wind, and downwind, we paddled and played until the sun tipped the treetops.
All this time, we had seen no one. The people of Ono’s seven villages have lived there so lightly that it appeared almost uninhabited. With my promise fulfilled, I dashed across the sand to make the day’s first footprints, feeling lighter, too.
Patricia Borns can be reached at email@example.com.