The young adult version of blowing bubbles is smoking a sheesha.
Below I walk down a path in Vaavu between houses. Life on the island is audible.
One night we were honored to listen to a group of young men playing drums and singing traditional songs. Although this was one of the most powerful things I have heard on my journey thus far, I am not posting any recordings of that music for many reasons. More to come on this issue.
Many of the households on Vaavu breed small birds for sale as pets, likely in Male. They chirp through much of the day.