Moody was not a middle-aged man in the throes of a midlife crisis. Little did he know then this Eden would one day become one of Fiji’s last remaining pristine reefs. By the time he surfaced, he knew that he had found what he was looking for. He was met by a trove of soft corals, feather stars, and sea slugs there was more to look at than he could possibly take in. With a big breath he dove down into a pink, green, and blue forest. He affixed his snorkeling mask over his narrow hazel eyes and flopped over the side. “Can we just stop here for a few minutes?” he asked. Moody got back on the boat but Moody peered over the edge at the coral reefs down below as the driver started toward town. In short, there were reasons why people had left this place alone. He found steep hills, rocky shores, and a complete absence of freshwater. Moody spent two hours scouting Namenalala’s 107 acres. It looked like a green dragon with its long tail and high spine, keeping a lazy eastward gaze. About half an hour from the town of Savusavu on the island of Vanua Levu, he spotted Namenalala. After weeks of scouting he caught wind of the island of Namenalala, and hitched a ride on a fishing boat to check it out.
These were the simple elements he sought when he left his wife and teenaged daughter behind in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania for Fiji in the fall of 1982. “I like islands, I like tropics, I like remote,” he says. Tom Moody is a man who knows his own mind. The dive boat awaits at Namenanlala’s dock.
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