The Mysterious Island of Burotukula.

 Men that set foot onto the island are never seen again.  The island appears shortly after a mysterious storm ⛈ has formed.  Men seek refuge and shelter from the menacing storm on the island… only to be held prisoner but lustrous succubus.  The island then disappears again after capturing her prey.

Sailors or fisher once shipwrecked on the island fall asleep are awoke to beautiful young women are singing, dancing and laughing.  The women are welcoming and enchanting…

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There is another legend told by 60-year-old Leanatasi Waqasaqa of the mataqali (landowning unit) Naveivorati the traditional warrior (bati) to the chief the Turaga na Takala from Vadravadra Village on Gau.

According to Mr Waqasaqa, Senijale the ravouvou ni (prince of) Muaigau was out on an expedition sailing into Lau waters when he fell asleep. Upon waking up the prince saw that he hand landed on a white and golden sandy beach. According to Mr Waqasaqa a young woman saw him and handed the young prince a senijale (gardenia) which is known to be one of the sweetest smelling flower in the country. It became the name by which the young prince is known on to this day — Senijale.

The young woman with an angelic voice, fascinating beauty, captivating figure and dazzling features captured the young prince’s attention and they began to court. After a while, the young woman agreed to marry the prince.

“So the prince told his sweetheart that he would return to his island to bring his parents and traditionally propose and ask for her hand in marriage.

“However according to the legend, women on the island of Burotukula were not allowed to get married and when their leader found out what had transpired she submerged the island,” 

source: https://www.fijitimes.com/kacau-burotukula-to-gau/

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Greek Mythology tells of Calypso and her mythical island of Ogygia. On this island Odyssey is a prisoner to Calypso’s lustrous desire.

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The name Burotu has become synonymous with ‘paradise’ a place of luxuriant vegetation and wildlife and beautiful women. As far as the flora and fauna is concerned this was true of many Fijian islands before the arrival of Europeans and in the early days of human habitation when the birdlife was prolific. Many of the woman are beautiful today, by the way.


But we like such stories don’t we, Loch Nessy Monster, Camelot, Atlantis and in some of them there are elements of truth. Since all land is sinking through tectonic movement and erosion the slipping down of this island is quite likely. The location of the platform is 19*18’S and 179*34’E.


Source: http://blog.mailasail.com/zoonie/posts/2018/9/17/688-the-lost-island-of-burotu


To be continued…

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