If inflation continues at its current rate, we’ll all need to practice this to dodge muggers trying to nick your bananas.
We took a break from the boatyard and took a trip into town to see this event. The fruit-carrying race forms part of the Heiva festival. We imagined it being a quick dash along a short course in Bougainville Park followed by a contestant’s picnic with their families. But no. This was the antithesis of a walk in the park. And I doubt the last thing on the mind of contestants at the end of the race was eating.
Unlike those of us who consider the bag of fruit from a weekly trip to the supermarket a bit heavy, the contestants were making easy work of lifting loads between 10kg and 50kg. But the lifting is one thing – the running is the real challenge.
I don’t know whether it was a surprise to some of the contestants too, but the course wasn’t the 100m straight sprint we envisaged. It was a looping circuit around the winding paths through the park. That’s maybe a kilometre of pounding the pavements barefoot in 32 degrees of heat with a log over your shoulder. The fruit tied to the end is tradition – the log has the heft.
I’ll shut up here because the photos tell the story:
This, to our knowledge, was the only sporting event held this side of town. The ones we missed included stone lifting to 150kg (I can’t even imagine it).
Oh I so loved the Heiva festival especially the dancing. Those hips certainly got the grass skirts swinging!
How lucky you are to be able to enjoy it all over again. Wish I was with you.
Love to you both xx
Me too. I think it’s incredible how so many people can dance like that in sync. The floor sweepers were kept busy. The dance floor looked like an Interflora shop after the morning’s delivery.
Oh Lordy! What a spectacle – absolutely love the body….art! Wish I had one ounce of their strength and stamina – very impressive.
We have been practicing with 5 kilos of groceries from Carrefour, wearing knackered old shorts. The visual isn’t quite the same though!