Emosi Racule

Super nice guy; your typical quiet spoken Fijian.  He took the Hoffis and me for a night out on the town in Suva when we arrived in Fiji.  Ran into him at Post Office on June 27, 1970 and found out he got the immigration job.  He has to be driven to the airport from Suva and they use Police vehicles.  One day no cars were available and they used the paddy wagon - he sat in the back.  Next day there was a rumor about town that he had been arrested.