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...magazine. "It's not like on earth, where you can feel the ground and your elbows feel the chair. The only thing I feel is my thoughts." She used to set herself a time during meal breaks, always aiming for sunrise, so she could watch the earth move from dark to light as she went racing past...
...cases and imparting his accumulated knowledge of investigations. Polutele is from Tonga's Royal Protection Squad, which guards the king and his family. He shaves his head and leaves the top two buttons of his tight-fitting shirt undone to reveal the tattooed crucifix on his chest. His dark eyes seem to say, How ya doin', especially to women, and his wide smile shows off a gold incisor. He's handy with machinery and is always the first to volunteer for duty when a boat is involved...
...After a night in the cells, away from the probing eyes of his accusers, Dani, who yesterday seemed to be enveloped in a dark cloud, admits his misdemeanors to Tiazy. Since there's no magistrate in this area, Dani is granted bail and ordered to face court next week in Gizo, the provincial capital. For minor offenses such as his, court tends to be a last resort. With fuel prohibitively expensive - at $1.20 a liter, a long trip can cost a day's wages - the police are always on the lookout for alternatives. Offenders might be asked to clean...
Facing each other in a tight circle, fingers spread and palms making a sharp crack as they clap, the men of the village of Ianapus tattoo the dark ground with their rhythmic stomping. In contrast to the chaotic rainforest that covers most of their island of Tanna, the surface of the men's dancing ground is bare earth, compacted and smooth from countless years of ritual. Today their strong voices sing here for the success of the yam harvest and the bounty of gardens to come. Young boys, clad like their fathers and uncles only in the nambas, or penis...
...About 900 Tannese live in Ianapus, a hamlet where the laden branches of wild mandarin trees hang over small, dark-roomed dwellings thatched with leaves, and dogs and pigs lie in the dust. The tourists who fly half an hour south to Tanna from Port Vila, the capital, come mainly to see the molten belching of Mt. Yasur, the island's live volcano, and rarely visit places like this, self-sufficient communities connected to the world beyond their borders by little more than a web of narrow walking tracks. Money isn't seen here much, either. While few Tannese villagers...