We will be raising anchor in just over an hour for a long day sail up to Suva. It’s still dark now, a full moon is setting, and the boat is quiet with the exception of the small swell hitting the beach. There is no road noise and there are no sounds of dogs or chickens. We are with just one other boat and there isn’t even a village on this island. It’s time to provision and I will be happy to have something, anything in the way of fresh vegetables (although we did thoroughly enjoy a cabbage salad last night. Who knew you could enjoy a cabbage salad.) However, we’ve had such a nice time in these more remote areas, especially Fulaga and Matuku, that I’m a little overwhelmed at the thought of heading to a city. Oh well, it is what it is, and we’ll adjust, just like we always do.
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Gresham Family Exodus 