The last day of our trip with Global Classrooms for Peace,

 

In Savusavu, there is a man named Joe who "calls dolphins" from the sea. It is a tradition which started with his dad, he says, and he insists they never feed them. We went out with him in his small metal boat on our last day.... and holy "mackrel" (okay sorry) he really does it! A few minutes after Joe made the call, a pod of about 50 or so dolphins appeared, swimming, splashing, darting around the boat, and smiling up at us and everything. Then Joe started his boat up, and took off with the dolphins madly racing beside us. Some really brazen ones were actually showing off and doing jumps while reeling alongside the boat. I guess these ones were the Michael Phelps' and Carl Lewis' of bunch. This went on and on until one by one, the dolphins started to drop off unable to keep up with us crazy humans with our superior technology, aka outboard motor. We made about a dozen of these sprints. Then it was time to say goodbye to the dolphin pod. I really do wonder what they think of us.