Tribewanted: Vorovoro

I wrote an article for our company newsletter, and so I thought I would share…

We pick up the journey on a wobbly late afternoon flight over the stormy Fijian mountains from Nadi to Labassa. The plane is of a size where the co-pilot is also the steward and turns in his seat to tell everyone to, “buckle up and hold on”, or words to that effect. On arrival (‘land’ doesn’t seem appropriate) at Labassa we are asked in hushed tones if we are “tribewanted”. With a simple nod we are on our way, along an unmade road into …