Both men and women wear fresh flowers in their hair. I even saw two men ‘argue’ with the manager of the hotel where they worked. They had wanted to pick a hibiscus flower from the hedge along the driveway. The manager said “I told you not to take flowers out of this hedge? This is where people pass by, it has to look nice”. While they stroked the beautiful red flower in the hedge with their fingers, you could see the regret in their eyes. “But look how beautiful this flower is! It just asks to be picked!” Can you imagine hearing such a discussion elsewhere in the world?
The ladies from the tourist information desk at the airport advised me to spend a day at the cultural center. Although I normally never do such thing, they were so nice that I thought, “why not?” In the center I was received by all 15 employees, who happily sang to me. I was the only guest that day, and everyone went out of their way to make me happy. Cup of (herbal!) Tea? Homemade muffin?
The activity manager was a big, bald, dark man. Although he was young, he no longer had teeth, but he still smiled a gentle smile. As a player of the national rugby team, he was a local celebrity and a welcome figure in the small community. ‘Ace’ explained that he would arrange everything for me.