Matui met us the first day we anchored and he was our guide whenever we went to the village. Guides are usually related to the Chief and Matui was the grandson or nephew, I'm not sure. Family has lots of blurred lines and crossed meanings here.
Note: the pics below aren't necessarily in order of their happening.
Jason and Karen with the island nurse in front of the medical clinic at Komo. The crimps in the fishing line gouged Karen's hand when bringing in the mahi mahi below and the nurse changed the bandage since it had gotten wet with ocean water coming ashore that day.
The village water supply is in this structure, in open vats with this as the only protection to keep the water clean and free of falling debris.Our first visit to the village, Matui (on left) brought us into his home and fet us papaya, banana, lemon leaf tea and donuts they called pancakes. So sweet and friendly and generous in their hospitality.
A Komo woman weaving a mat in her home. Mats are considered very valuable and show prestige. They are kept as heirlooms and given as expensive gifts.The yam, cassava and papaya Matui gave us on our last day as a farewell gift. These baskets of woven palm fronds are everywhere.