O' lako i vei? (Where are you going?)

We’ve been in Fiji for a little over 3 days, but it already feels like it’s been several weeks. From the moment we stepped of the airplane in Nadi it feels like we’ve been going non-stop. We stopped first in a town called Deuba (pronounced Day-oom-bah) and attended our first sevusevu, or traditional welcome ceremony, where our “chief” represented us before our Fijian counterparts. Our chief was a fellow Peace Corps volunteer named Tony, a silver fox in his 60s with a personality reminiscent of a combination of Don Rickles and Mickey Rooney and a personal history that reads like a character out of a Jimmy Buffet novel…experience ranging from high school dropout to enlisted Navy, then Air Force officer, then lawyer, and then one of the most prominent purveyors of menswear in California prior to retiring and joining the Peace Corps. In Fijian culture they place a strong emphasis on age as a measure of respect. Since Tony was of an age that he probably personally knew the inventor of the wheel (Come to think of it, he does remind me of Mel Brooks’ 2000 year old man…), undeserved or not, he received the status of “chief.” Unlike in the U.S., wisdom is just assumed with age even if in fact you possess the wisdom of a garden slug. Don’t get me wrong, I do sincerely like Tony…he’s one of my favorite people in the group and I have tremendous admiration and respect for him. Nonetheless, I only hope that I’m half as cantankerous and crotchety as him when I’m his age...

At a community hall not far from what would be our night’s accommodations, our new Fijian families treated us to both a traditional Fijian ceremony as well as a traditional Hindi welcome ceremony. The formal sevusevu ceremony is rich with tradition and custom and has an air of solemnity similar to any formal religious ceremony. The guests are seated in the “upper house” or the forward end of the room. Near the center of the room, the hosting chief squeezes pounded kava root in a cloth bag while facing the guests and flanked on either side of the kava bowl by two additional senior village officials. A large braided rope about 6 feet long with large symmetrically attached cowrie seashells extends from the bowl toward the guests. Before entering the room we were issued our Peace Corps sulus (yes, this is the first time Bubba wears a skirt), which consisted of a piece of silk-screened cotton fabric about the size of a large beach towel. We all put on our new skirts…over our clothing of course…at least until we all learn to sit cross-legged without giving everyone a show…it is a family engagement after all. Then we entered the room, removed our shoes, and followed Tony to the head of the room, crouching slightly to show humility and respect before sitting cross-legged in a semicircle behind Tony.

Chief Tony sits immediately before the extended braided rope and the Fijian chief recites a series of what sounds like prayers as other members of the Fijian contingent chant abrupt affirmations that seem to punctuate the end of the chief’s long, methodic hymns. The Fijian chief then offered the first bowl of kava to Chief Tony, who was obligated to drink it all in one fail swoop. Now remember my previous description of kava…muddy water sucked through a dirty sweatsock. The look on Tony’s face was priceless…

We all then shared cups of kava as it was passed around to all the new Peace Corps volunteers. With each cup handed out the recipient was required to ceremoniously clap once before grasping the cup and then clap three times upon passing it back toward the chief. And the clap is important, too…no golf claps or girly claps. The goal is to get a deep, manly, resonant clap by slightly cupping your hands and using your palms more than your fingers. After everyone had received a couple of cups of kava, the Hindi ceremony began with the Indo-Fijian Chief bringing out a tray containing a flammable incense, a colored paste (tikka), and an additional tray of sweets. The incense was ignited and a black, sooty smoke was wafted in a circle around Tony’s face and the colored paste was smeared on his forehead…again, the look was priceless…and everyone was offered a variety of Indian cakes and candies representing the “sweetness” of the new relationship. This concluded our initial introduction to the Fijian way of life less than 3 hours after we set foot on Fiji.

We then attended a training on appropriate dress and some cultural and security concerns…basic things like “watch what the locals do” and, regarding personal security, what boils down to “don’t be stupid.” Actually, those two rules work well in any general situation where you’re trying to fit in, especially the latter.

Later in the afternoon, we had water safety training. (Hallelujah! *angels singing*) Five hours in Fiji and we’re headed for a secluded sandy beach to relax in swimmable water! Coming from Alaska, you have no idea how much we appreciate this considering that any water in Alaska is cold enough to make any man question his gender upon entering…usually you squeal like a little girl and George Costanza’s “shrinkage” is given a whole new meaning shortly thereafter.

Water safety training requires us to wear life preservers as a mandated protocol. Now, at least they don’t issue us the orange bricks that fit like a public square stockade around your neck, but the ones they do issue are the full vest-type that basically perform the same function as an 800 fill power down ski vest in addition to being a floatation device…keep in mind that it is what has been described to me as “oppressively” hot during certain times of the year here. Nonetheless, we were basically told in no uncertain terms that we were to wear these mobile ovens any time we were on, near, or even thinking about being near the water. One current volunteer described how she was required to wear a life preserver crossing a stream that was 50 yards across and slightly better than ankle deep. We may die of heat stroke, but at least we won’t drown! Ah, the government…

In any event, it was great to get in the water and feel the gentle waves rhythmically lapping against our skin. We went through some basic water safety rules (again “don’t be stupid”) and had sort of a swim test where a small boat took us out about 50 yards and dropped us off to swim back. After learning about some of the dangerous sea creatures in the area (stingrays, stonefish, sea snakes, cone snails, and fire coral…oh, and sharks…lots of sharks) we were allowed to swim and snorkel around the area. At that point I was thinking, “hmmm, I could get used to this Peace Corps thingy.”

After heading back from the beach (which, if I failed to mention, was about 75 yards from where we were staying) one of the volunteers named Sarah offered to conduct a yoga session that evening. Now, I’ve never done yoga, but I decided there was no time like the present to try. So later that evening, as the sun was setting, we went back down to the same beach to participate in a free yoga lesson. Sarah went easy on us, but I definitely discovered that guys named Bubba simply just aren’t made to bend or balance certain ways. Nonetheless, stretching and breathing on a South Pacific island beach as the sun was setting was spectacular!

We then went back to the compound we were staying at to eat for what felt like the 8^th time that day. It turns out Fijians LOVE to eat…and they love meaty, starchy foods that they serve at every meal as well as morning and afternoon teas. They had chicken and fish served along white bread, white rice, and white potatoes. The only green on the entire table consisted of a few peas mixed in the chicken stir-fry. Green vegetables are not very popular here, cooked or otherwise. Furthermore, I asked the Fijian cooks what kind of fish it was and they looked at me and said “fried” as if I had an arm growing out of my forehead.

The combination of jetlag, no sleep on a cramped, stinky, and hot overseas flight, and being stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey led to one of the best nights of sleep I’ve had in a long time. Moreover, it’s been a long time since the most important thing I’ve had to worry about is when the travel constipation might subside (the plumbing has since been working smoothly in case you were wondering). There is something truly amazing about being able to unload all your existing responsibilities. It’s like taking that evil monkey off your back, beating the crap out of him, dropping an elbow from the top rope, and tossing the little furry bastard bleeding and whimpering into a gutter…and not feeling any remorse whatsoever. It took about a day, but once I accepted that all my previous responsibilities are now someone else’s (sorry, Heather!) it was incredible how good that felt. No email, no Blackberry, no calendar, no meetings…aaaaahhhhh! Needless to say, I slept like I’d been chloroformed.

The next morning started with a breakfast of Chinese cereal knockoffs that included “Weeties,” “Happy O’s,” and these small bricks of supposedly whole-wheat product with the consistency and flavor of drywall called “Wheat Bix”. I can only hope that these were the “melamine-free” versions (I think that’s an ad campaign for Chinese products now, like “fat free” or “cholesterol free”). We had fresh papaya, too, which was great, but I got the impression that fruit might have been reluctantly placed there on request. On the other hand, there was plenty of white bread…

We then loaded up and traveled another 2.5 hours by bus through Suva to a facility just outside Nausori called the Center for Appropriate Technology and Development, where we would spend the next few days in training. Now, I’m not sure why you would want to put such a subjective term like “appropriate” into your title, but my guess is that people here like the idea of giving it their own individual meaning. What is “appropriate” technology or development? I guess only an attorney would even pick this out…”go with the flow” I have to keep telling myself.

I was actually somewhat stunned by the accommodations we had received thus far, with Michelle and I actually receiving a separate room from the rest of the folks crammed into boot camp style barracks. Not that I regret missing the belching, scratching, snoring, and farting that was surely pervasive in the men’s barracks, but Michelle and I came prepared to actually be separated for the first 7 weeks. Moreover, we both expected much more Spartan accommodations, when in actuality the quarters we received were much nicer than where we would stay if traveling independently. One of the places we stayed while traveling in Honduras we had to ask the staff to please clean the cat poop from in front of our door…before we even paid for our room. Not that I’m complaining, but so far this is not what I expected from Peace Corps. We’re OK with that, though! For now we’ll enjoy the running water, showers, scenic overlooks, and all the greasy, starchy food we can eat. I’m sure we’ll be tried and tested soon enough!

We're off...

...like a herd of turtles! Tonight we checked in and submitted our paperwork for departure. We also got to meet some of our cohorts that will be joining us as Peace Corps volunteers in Fiji. It was an interesting and exciting mix of personalities, ethnicities, ages, and cultures. In other words, it was truly representative of everything that makes America great. We were surprised to find out that there is even another married couple joining us on this adventure; a delightful couple from Minnesota who are almost as sure to melt as we Alaskans are when the plane hits the ground in Nadi (pronounced "Nahndi").

Tomorrow morning at 8AM we begin pre-departure training. We're not entirely sure what that means, but we're sure it involves more paperwork and probably some commentary about personal safety (which can be summarized in the statement "Don't be stupid!"). Shortly thereafter in the evening, we board an Air Pacific jet for a 10.5 hour flight to the South Pacific Island Nation of Fiji! Everyone is excited about the "swim test" that is supposed to occur en route between the plane and the training facility. We will also attend a traditional welcome ceremony (called a sevusevu) where I suppose some of us may try kava for the first time (Michelle and I already have and it's a little like sucking muddy water through a used sweatsock...but it makes you feel very relaxed!!).

Anyhow, we're slowly letting go of our lives in Alaska and getting excited at the prospect of living and working in an island paradise. For those of you who haven't bothered to research where Michelle and I are disappearing to for the next two years, I'll make it easy for you. Just go to this link for the basics: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fiji

We may be sans interweb for a few days as we settle in, but look forward to pictures and posts soon describing our experience on the ground in Fiji!!

And the packing continues...

Well, the last two weeks has flown by. It’s kind of been like we’ve been in training to be astronauts…slung around continuously at breakneck speeds. In terms of pace, it’s like we have been living the movie “The Right Stuff”, except that we don’t anticipate being violated like the two characters who found themselves waddling down a hallway with an object shoved in an uncomfortable place…at least until we reach international airport security in L.A. Nonetheless, over the last two weeks we’ve both been scrambling at our jobs to tie up loose ends and make sure our respective organizations are left in a good place. This means, in part, cleaning up and organizing things at work that have probably needed it for over three years. It’s a little like finally getting around to organizing that kitchen “junk drawer.” You all know what I’m talking about…

In any event, no matter how hard you try to prepare things in advance, you always seem to be running around like a squirrel that found a tasty little white rock in a public park until the last minute. Despite the best laid plans and preparations that really started over 5 weeks ago, it is absolutely true that no matter how hard you try you will never be completely done. It’s like an asymptotic curve...you keep halving the distance, but never completely get there. But at least one of these things we got out of the way 5 days early! Or at least we thought we did…

Miracle of miracles, we managed to get everything that we need…or at least we thought we needed…packed into our 160 pound allotment with at least 3.5 ounces to spare! Of course, it was not without serious contemplation about what really constitutes a “necessity.” Someone, who shall remain nameless, finally decided that since we can actually buy shampoo in Fiji, that it might not be necessary to bring the 4 pound bottle of shampoo she was originally planning to bring. For my part, I took out a pair of heavy cotton dress slacks on the recommendation of a Peace Corp volunteer in-country who recommended not bringing them despite Peace Corp’s suggestion. It turns out that the warm, wet climate and high concentration of mold can turn your khaki Chinos into a pair of furry, green disasters in short order. My guess is furry green slacks may be appropriate for a pimp, but not a Peace Corps volunteer. In any event, we got things pared down to a “manageable” level into something that resembles “necessities.”

Then one of the in-country volunteers informed us that the 160 pound Peace Corps limit is not enforced and that in reality you are only limited by the airline restrictions, which is 50 pounds per bag…annndddd the packing process starts all over again… Michelle immediately says “Woohoo! That means I’ve got 40 more pounds to work with!” Notice that I’m not even given the option of reconsidering repacking underwear as my weight allotment simply defaulted to my wife. Michelle was also careful to point out that the metric conversion of Air Pacific allowed for 50.7 pounds, because that additional 0.7 pounds is important. Of course, we discovered this only 3 days before we were planning to leave to go visit friends in L.A. (Cue the Dukes of Hazzard banjo music and speed up the film 4x…)

If there’s one thing I’ve learned about international travel, it’s that you can never anticipate everything you might need. The other thing I’ve learned is that even though you can’t anticipate it, no matter how hard you try to anticipate what you need, you will bring something that will prove itself utterly useless in time. Thus, it becomes important to intently consider every item by honestly asking questions about each item you pack such as “does it make sense to pack a coat?” or “should I bring monkey repellent?” If you ask these questions honestly, you can’t help but acknowledge that: (A) unless you were raised on the surface of the sun you couldn’t possibly find any season in Fiji cool enough to need a coat; and (B) there are no monkeys in Fiji. Bat repellent on the other hand, may be a consideration…

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Megabat

Needless to say, we now have 4 checked bags that are within 0.2 pounds of the limit that are filled to almost bursting with…um…necessities… Then we have our carry-on’s, too, which are at least 20 pounds apiece. You can’t really call it “carrying” when you have 6 bags that total 240 pounds. It’s more like “mounding and dragging.” I’m pretty certain that I’m going to have scoliosis by the time I get to our duty station in Fiji. As it is, I’m already starting to hunch over and drag one foot like Quasimodo...

Nonetheless, it’s still hard to feel “excited” at this point, as the reality hasn’t sunken in yet about what we’re actually doing. Maybe once we’re on the plane…

The packing experience for the Peace Corps introduces a whole new level of frugality for Michelle and I. Keep in mind that we generally don’t have a lot of “stuff.” We live well beneath our means and because we live in a 490 square foot condo we have no choice but to limit what we accumulate. Fortunately, we own everything outright and will be renting our condo fully furnished when we leave, allowing for minimal storage of toys and winter clothes in our garage. However, packing away our household is a story all to itself, so in this entry I will just focus on the stuff we actually plan on taking to Fiji.

For good reason, the Peace Corps deliberately restricts the amount of stuff you can bring with you. We each have 80 pounds total that we may bring with us and of that 80 pounds only one bag may be 50 pounds. The idea is that you bring enough clothing and absolute necessities to last you for 2 years. If you think that’s easy, well, think again. Imagine if you had to pick 80 pounds worth of things that would constitute all your worldly possessions for the next 2 years. Most of us would have a hard time just narrowing that down to the most important ton, much less the most important pounds.

Luckily, thanks to that wonderful series of tubes called the interweb, we were able to get some advice from current and former Fiji Peace Corps volunteers. Of course, there are things that some think important that others consider frivolous. For some, a surfboard is a critical item, for others a coffee press is an absolute necessity. For me, those who know me know I wouldn’t go anywhere without some fishing gear. I can openly admit that sorting through my “important” fishing gear required some serious triage on my part (I stand by my conviction that it is still a hobby and not an addiction!), but I managed to get it down to about 5 pounds of tackle and 5 pounds of rods and reels. This was no easy task, but I’d as soon leave behind all my underwear before I’d leave behind my fishing gear. Furthermore, as divers, we were told by several folks in Fiji that they regretted not bringing their own dive gear. That means for us that one bag and 50 pounds instantly became fully allocated.

Even clothing decisions become complicated. You would think that oppressive heat akin to being permanently trapped in a sauna and humidity that suggests you might chew the air before inhaling would easily dictate your clothing choice…like going buck naked. Unfortunately, letting it all hang out is simply not an option and, besides, for guys as white as me there are certain parts you just don’t want getting sunburned. Lucky for us (and for the people of Fiji) it turns out that there are moral standards in Fiji just like anywhere else and they require covering your goods. And there is even a certain standard of dress for both men and women to ensure that the appropriate modicum of professionalism is maintained. This means skirts for women…and for men, too… Nobody has given me a straight answer yet on what you actually wear (or don’t wear) under your skirt, known as a “sulu,” but it brings to mind the image of Mel Gibson with blue paint on his face screaming “Freeeeedommmm!” in his role as William Wallace in Braveheart. In any event, this has clearly influenced my thought process regarding clothing to bring…or not to bring.




Before I go any further I have to exclaim that I love my wife dearly. She is the most compassionate, considerate, and loving woman that I have ever known. I can’t imagine embarking on this adventure in the Peace Corps with anyone but her. However, in travelling over the last 4 years to different places around the globe, I’ve learned a lot about Michelle and her packing habits. Now, I have to admit, there have been times where I have appreciated things that she has brought along against my recommendation, such as pillows, hammocks, etc. However, we’ve also given complete tours of foreign countries to other items that we’re never even removed from our bags.

Two weeks ago, we started to pack. So dive gear was set aside, at exactly 50 pounds, and we each went about sorting through our clothing and other sundries to set things aside for our trip. It took me about 2 hours to sort and set aside all my clothing, which came to about 20 pounds. This would’ve been less except that Michelle kept adding to the pile faster than I could remove insisting that I had to bring certain shirts that she likes on me. As I suggested earlier, men are much less discerning of what they wear and naked is a viable option if allowed. All of this (with the exception of my 3 rod tubes and a collapsible Hawaiian sling) fit well within the same sea bag I used during my 6 years in the Navy. This left me the 10 pounds I needed for all the fishing gear I intended to bring. Done and done, right? Then I looked into the corner where Michelle had been accumulating things…

Now, it’s hard for me to describe the size of the pile without the appropriate image, but she has strictly forbidden me from taking a picture and posting it here. And to be fair, most of what she has set aside might actually be used at some point during our time in Fiji. But less than 80 pounds? Not even close…

Thus, since she’s forbidden me from posting the picture and I’d really like to tell the story, I’ll let Mel Brooks describe it for me in the accompanying video…



OK, ok, it’s actually not that bad. She’s not bringing a hair dryer or a suitcase of Mary Kay cosmetics. But there is a pile of travel books, about 4 pounds of empty ziplock bags, 17 pounds of toiletries, a bowling ball, and a rubber chicken…ok, so there’s not a rubber chicken…or a bowling ball…but there is 17 pounds of contact solution, shampoo, conditioner, and facial cleanser. To say the least, we have less than 3 weeks to defy the laws of physics and figure out how to pack 200 pounds down to a manageable 80. It’s gonna be painful, but I know she can do it… ;-)

How far will you go?

Most of you have already heard that we will soon be leaving Alaska to embark on a grand new adventure. On May 18, 2010, we will take volunteer positions with the U.S. Peace Corps, where we intend to commit ourselves to the service of others just as we have in our current and previous occupations.

In the service of others, we enrich ourselves with understanding, compassion, and experience that lasts a lifetime and lives on indefinitely through the lives of those we touch. Countless others throughout history have committed themselves to the greater good, including Ghandi, Mother Theresa, Jane Goodall, Jacques Yves Cousteau, and Martin Luther King Jr. One thing common among all of these figures is that they led not by words, but by actions. And through their actions, they changed the world. We can never hope to even slightly compare to these great men and women of history, nor do we expect to change the world. However, we do hope to give at least a little of ourselves to the greater good of humanity in the hopes of leaving the world, even if infinitesimally, a little better than when we came into it.

The Peace Corps traces its roots and mission to 1960, when then Senator John F. Kennedy challenged students at the University of Michigan to serve their country in the cause of peace by living and working in developing countries. From that inspiration grew an agency of the U.S. federal government devoted to world peace and friendship. Later, in 1961, President John F. Kennedy established the Peace Corps to promote world peace and friendship. The Peace Corps' mission has three simple goals:

· Helping the people of interested countries in meeting their need for trained men and women.
· Helping promote a better understanding of Americans on the part of the peoples served.
· Helping promote a better understanding of other peoples on the part of Americans.

In recognition of these goals, with a renewed call to service, and in observance of the 50th anniversary of the Peace Corps, we are proud to accept an invitation to serve in the Peace Corps in Fiji. We feel very fortunate that we have been selected for the South Pacific not only because only 5% of all Peace Corps volunteers are ultimately selected for service in that region, but also because it is difficult to place married couples together in service. The Peace Corps has asked Bubba to continue work in Fiji that is not much different from what he has done in recent years, promoting sustainable fisheries and marine resource protection in a biologically rich environment on which many communities depend. They have asked Michelle, to utilize her own skills in public health, very much an extension of her own work with the American Lung Association. Given this unique opportunity to use our skills to give back to the community in a meaningful way in a region that needs the help, we are very excited about our upcoming Peace Corps service.

We are sure to miss Alaska, but are also looking forward to Fiji and all that it has to offer. Moreover, we hope that our friends and family will visit this blog from time to time to see what we are up to.

Lastly, while our accommodations will likely be very modest, you all have a place to stay should you find yourself with a desire and means to visit Fiji!

Life is calling, how far will you go? - Peace Corps Motto