Polynesian night

One of the highlights of the holiday for us all was the polynesian night at the resort where we were entertained by the local Fihjian equivalent of the redcoats from Butlins....this time kitted out in the traditional Fijian shirst with attached guitars......actually they played each night and also at breakfast....heady mix of Fijian love songs, John Denver, Elvis Presley, Louis Armstrong, Simon and Garfunkel etc...afraid to say I knew quite a few of the songs.

The dancing part of the vening was a mix of tradiotnal dances from a large number of the South Sea islands....Fiji, Tonga, Samoa, Cook Islands, etc.......Dad liked the ladies and mum liked the men dancers.......although Mum was a little disappointed that the women used cocunut shells for bras but the men did not seem to use them for any of their "protection".

We did think about getting one of the grass skirts for the boys who both showed remarkable aptitude for doing the hula dancing but knew we would struggle to get them through quarantine in Australia so we contented ourselves with some serious Fat Boy Slim type "shaking of our ass".