Imagine a place ringed by white sand and coral reef, a place you can circumnavigate in under ten minutes.
Imagine putting your tent too close to those waves and tides.
Imagine a deserted island where 6 friends arrive with tents, a cooler, ukeleles, some water toys, and a lot of papayas.
Imagine camping for a weekend on an outer island in the south of Vava’u in Tonga, and you might just see the vignettes described above. We did.
Fonua Fu’o and Fonua Unga are spectacular places, almost untouched by humans. Brown noddys and fairy terns use these islands as rookeries, and blacktip sharks as nurseries. Boobies and frigate birds dive for needlefish. The ground all around moves and wriggles, since almost every available shell is filled with an industrious hermit crab. The waves push and pull more strongly on the outer islands, evidenced by our wet campfire the first night. And the sun seems to shine more brightly, evidenced by our burnished skin when we returned home.
Special places, for sure…especially for bird-nerds like Rob and me. Well worth the very hard ground we battled with very thin mats, the mildewy water bottles, the sunburned lips, the crab pinches, and the inevitable bird poop bombs from above.