As the other travelers on the island found out that there were no excursions because the native Fijians observe the day of rest, you could see that they were upset. I however was happy because I planned to attend Sunday morning mass with the natives. The small village of 17 people was home to Waya Lailai’s only church. The island has about 150 natives and the church was a packed house. The service was entirely in Fijian, but the Lord’s Prayer was unmistakable, even in the very primal language of the local priest. The experience yielded some great shots of the people of Waya Lailai.
Today I am heading back to Australia and then onto my first Asian destination of Singapore. The relaxing is over, it’s time to capture a continent.