Canoe Kids

They arrive shortly after we throw the anchor. The scout boat stands off, cautiously waiting for our cue. If we don’t notice them right away they start to sing or softly knock their paddles on the canoe to get our attention. We wave and ask “You got someting?” Our enquiry is met with bright smiles and whispers as they two girls in the dugout canoe tentatively paddle closer. Once they finally reach the boat the girl in the bow holds onto the toe rail and there are more whispers and giggles. This shy stalemate could last forever and so we ask “What you got?”

“Lemons!” they declare and they hold up a small plastic bag filled with limes, the words interchangeable here.

“Yes, we like. You want trade, you want money?”

“Lollies?” they respond.

They, like kids the world over, want candy.

But unlike children from wealthy countries these kids likely don’t have access to toothbrushes and toothpaste and oral hygiene lessons. We’ve seen too many kids with outstretched hands and rotten teeth asking for lollies. We never give out candy, we don’t even eat it ourselves.

“Mefella no got lollies,” We don’t have candy, I tell them, “sugar tu mas, bad lo teeth.” Too much sugar, bad for your teeth.

They are crestfallen for a moment, with the prospect of exotic candies squashed they ask for money and the negotiations begin.

“How mas?” I inquire.

“20!” they reply boldly in unison.

“20?! No, tu mas.” The kids think they can pull one over on me but we both know how much a heap of limes sells for at the market. “Five dollar?” I counter, exactly what I pay at the nearest town over 20NM away, about 85 cents CAD/AUS.

“Yes.” They pass over the bag knowing the offer is fair.

The fruit are bright green and fragrant, a few stems and leaves still attached. Limes grow wild throughout the islands and these little girls have seen us slowly motoring in the harbour and gone to raid the nearest tree.

I pass over a five dollar note and say thank you either in pidgin “Tank yu tu mas,” or in a local dialect, Roviana, that is spoken by most people in the west. My “Lena hola” is almost always met with giggles of amazement. They sing a “Thank you” in return and happily paddle away with a little pocket money, no doubt to buy lollies at the tiny local store.

Meeting them half way to shore are three more canoes.

The paddling slows, a few words are exchanges and then the three continue to head our way with renewed vigor. The word is out; the yachties are open for business.

Canoe kids

The “canoe kids” are at every village we stop at and for months we have no need to find a town that hosts a market because all of our fruit and veggies come to us. Eggplants, local sweet potatoes, pineapples, guavas, kumquats, capsicum (sweet peppers), ginger, chillies, mushrooms,rambutans, tomatoes, beans, avocado,watermelon, pumkin (squash), mango, pawpaw (papaya), pomelo, fresh peanuts and a variety of local spinach-like greens arrive via canoe.

Ginger and local spinach

Occasionally we are presented with a few eggs, pale and small and probably stolen from one of the wandering chickens in the area. They are gingerly carried out in the folds of the paddler’s shorts as they sit cross legged in their canoe.

In most villages boys who are 8-10 are keen to take our requests for green coconuts.

They paddle away to shimmy up a tree with their machete, an item we see wielded with skill by even six and seven year olds. I hear the commotion in the forest nearby as the giant nuts fall through the trees and land with a sickening thud. A few moments later the boys are back with a half a dozen neatly trimmed coconuts, ready to cut open and drink.

When kids have multiple items to sell I always ask them “How mas altogeder?”, encouraging them to do the math. The girls never seem to have troubles but I have watched more than one boy wiggling fingers and then toes as he tallies the sale in his head.

Most of the exchanges are for money but some of the teenagers want to trade; a tee shirt, a pair of shorts, a hat. A few kids ask for notebooks and pens for school. In villages quite far from a township the young boys are keen on fishing line and hooks and the girls light up when I offer elastics and barrettes for their hair. We carry extra salt, sugar, rice and tea, popular trade items everywhere we visit. But by far my favourite trade has been digital music files transferred to a memory card. It’s not because it costs us nothing other than time to do the transfer. It’s because I know there will be hours of enjoyment had listening to the music, even if it is through the tinny speaker of a cheap mobile phone.

In one anchorage the parade of canoes continues all afternoon.

Most of the kids are little ones, aged 3-6. They arrive three or four in a canoe, cautious but curious; they have come both for the sale and the spectacle. Some run their hands down the hull of Kate like they are stroking a kitten; gently, lovingly, thoughtfully. Others stare at us with stony expressions, not too sure what to make of us “whitefellas”, maybe the first one they’ve ever seen. Several show up more than once, hitching a ride in whatever canoe is heading our way. Almost everyone shows up with a bag of limes.

In one canoe a girl of five presides over the two older boys with her. When they approach she holds up an extra-large bag of limes and smiles. She is dimpled with skin the colour of caramel and a head of soft curls. She hands over the bag and asks
for five dollars.


I tell her no. For a moment her face freezes, she can’t believe I have refused her. Leaning over the rail and weighing the bag in my hand I say to them in pidgen “Yufella bring STAKA limes, mefella tink $10. Ok?” You guys brought a LOT of limes, I think $10 is fair, ok?

“YES!” she squeals and as I head below to get some money I see her turn to her friends and laugh, clapping her hands like she was just told that Santa was on his way. When I hand her the money she thanks me and as the older boy paddles away she turns to smile and wave. A few hours later she returns with another paddler, another bag of limes and another smile. She leaves with another five dollars.

By mid-afternoon we have more limes than we need.

But I can’t help buy every bag that if offered. It might not be much but the children have made the effort to go out and pick the limes and paddle out to the boat. I am willing to spend a few extra dollars to reward their determination. At the end of the day we have a HUGE basket brimming with well over 100 limes, probably more than we can use before they spoil.



The canoe kids come in canoes so leaky we wonder how they stay afloat. They come with fruit in the scorching sun and with veggies in the pouring rain. They come with warm smiles and bright eyes and hope. And how can you say no to that?


6 Comments Add yours

  1. Bruce&Anne says:

    Lovely East-West interchange. Limes sell for a dollar a pop in Oz so everyone’s a winner.

  2. Bruce&Anne says:

    Lovely East-West interchange. Limes sell for a dollar a pop in Oz so everyone’s a winner.

  3. David says:

    Pleas Keep on blogging your adventure :))

  4. David says:

    Pleas Keep on blogging your adventure :))

  5. Sophie-Ann and I loved reading this story. She wishes she could be one of the girls picking the limes and paddling out to you with them! 🙂 xox

  6. Sophie-Ann and I loved reading this story. She wishes she could be one of the girls picking the limes and paddling out to you with them! 🙂 xox

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