Tribewanted: Vorovoro

We arrived on the island on a Thursday and after the initial of who’s who, what’s what and all the rest of it we became aware of an undercurrent of excitement in the air. Something was up. Mother’s Day was looming. We paid precious little attention to this at first. After all everyone knows Mother’s Day is just a cooked up festival to generate business for the card making conglomerates, it’s only marginally more respectful than Father’s Day which in turn takes slight precedence over Australians having a national holiday on the Queen’s birthday. To me, a fairly standard Brit, …