Blending in?

This is my new Fijian outfit, required for visiting the village with work later this month. It's called a sulu jaba. Essential requirements are to cover shoulders and knees at all times, and also to be as bright as you can bear (obviously had to be green in my case). Reckon I'll blend right in. The same lady made it who made my birthday dress from Nick, a Chinese tailor called Cindy who has a very antiquated sewing machine. We've had some nice chats, of which I have understood about 20%.

On Saturday we did some proper Fijian cooking. You can see slices of dalo (taro root) in the front, although this was cheating because we bought it from the market, already cooked in a lovo (underground oven) so it has a nice smokey taste. Back left is rourou, which is big taro leaves cooked in coconut milk, bit like spinach. Back right is ota (fern) salad, with lolo (coconut milk) and a few other bits I threw in. Oh, and Nick's beer. This was all followed with vudi (ripe plantain) cooked in - you guessed it - coconut milk. Not great for cholesterol but super tasty.