15th July 2014 – Efate, Vanuatu
The blade dangled by his side, like a third arm. As ruthless swings ran a relay, like some vintage reel. But it’s not just rusty steel that can cause you harm. Even smiles do hurt. But they always do heal.
I have just 2 more days left in Vanuatu, so finally decided to gather the courage to try some Kava, which is the only legalised narcotic drink that I know of. Some friends told me that it tastes revolting. That the smell was disgusting. And that it causes liver damage. Oh, have I told you I love these kind of stuff?
Most Kava bars open at 4 PM in Vanuatu, so I went to one a little ride away from Port Vila – at 3 PM. Not that I am eager to try this stuff, but I wanted to watch the process of making it. And the guys are the kava bar were so obliging. First they cut the roots into small pieces. Then, crushed it in a special machine. Then poured water, and squished it with their hands. And then filtered the kava juice, which is what we drink. I tried one cup. The taste was horrendous!! So, I tried 2 more.
The taste got better after that.