There's more to Makogai than giant clams and the Leper Colony ruins. We went to church at the other end of the island by boat. It was a Methodist service conducted mostly in Fijian, so we didn't understand too much. But there was lots of "testifyin'".
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Bag Lady and preacher |
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Of 1,000 graves, only a few are visible. The "rest" are swallowed by the jungle
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