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Stories from Nanuku

Do I Was Fijian Royalty For a Day

A trumpeting sound jolted me from my daydream as my family and I neared the entrance of Nanuku. The horn slowly grew louder as we rounded the corner, where I could see a band of drummers and greeters awaiting us. Our driver told me Fijians have used the Davui conch shell – marked by a small finger hole near the mouth of the shell, which allows trumpeters to crescendo the pitch – for centuries to call people together. But what most people don’t know is this welcome is usually only reserved for the chief (or Ratu) of the village and is meant to provide good fortune to all who hear its melody. While we may not be nobility, we sure felt like royalty thanks to this welcome.Stories from Nanuku

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