Today was the culmination of the celebration we are told. All the senior couples, but us were invited to a Hindu home for dinner. Sharing what one has--food--is a huge part of this celebration. Most of the businesses in Suva are owned by Indians and although all Indians are not Hindu most here are. So the other couples got invited by their landlords, but our landlord is Fijian. I was feeling kind of bad about missing out on the traditions when our cute little landlady came up with two plates full of food that was left over from what her good Hindu friend had brought to them tonight. It was an interesting meal; a bread like naan only deep fried and greasy which is used to scoop up the curried lentil dish, curried meat which could have been lamb, or beef with tiny bones left in (honest, it was not chicken), a mashed something that looked like stiff mashed potatoes and was slightly sweet (really good), plain rice, and a whole bunch of Indian sweets which are hard to describe. How nice.
Around 8 o'clock we picked up the Hogges and the Wells and began to ride around looking for the homes that had the prettiest lights. It looks like Christmas in the US. Of course, fireworks of all varieties were being set of every where we drove. Someone had told us to keep our windows up in case one of the fireworks was aimed incorrectly and sure enough early on some kid set one off that barely cleared our roof. Those things could kill someone, however, we were not diverted from our quest to see all the beautiful homes and see all the fireworks from the best hills in Suva. We dropped everyone off at about 10:30 p.m. because morning comes early as a missionary. Tough for us. We listened to the loud booms and watched the sky light up with the bright fireworks until after 1:30 a.m.
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