Bula, Fiji

Trip Start May 09, 2008
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Trip End May 20, 2008


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Flag of Fiji  , Viti Levu,
Tuesday, May 13, 2008

New Zealand conjures up many images. A country steeped in tribal history and culture, it makes

me think of the Haka and fierce warriors, beautiful countryside and stunning vistas. It also conjures up images of sheep, snow and rain as opposed to sunshine, beaches and tropical warm waters ideal for someone who is adverse to being A Bit Nippy to learn to scuba dive in.

So I went to Fiji for 11 days.

Over 300 islands make up Fiji. Places like the Yasawas and Robinson Crusoe island are where the backpackers flood to but I just wanted a quiet time. Oh come on, I'm Mid-To-Late-Twenties, the idea of sitting on my arse and reading a book appeals to me now and anyways I didn't want any alcohol related distractions while I was learning to dive. I'd booked a dorm room at McDonalds Beach Cottages on Nananu-I-Ra island, sort of at the top of the Viti Levu (the main island), where the biggest inconvenience is waiting for your hammock to swing the right way so you can reach your beer.

After one night in Nadi I was picked up by a taxi driver called Andy who would be driving me to the boat that'd take me to the island. Its a two and a half hour drive, most of which I slept for, waking up at intervals to find I was leaning as far to the right as my seat belt would allow because it doesn't matter where you sit, there's something about sleeping whilst sitting up that causes you to gravitate towards the person sitting closest to you with you tongue hanging out and drool trickling down your chin in search of a stranger's shoulder. The shoulder of your partner or best friend will do if there's no one else but if there's someone you've never met in your life then that's where the drool wants to be and will defy physics to get there.
 
  I digress. *wipes chops*

After the drive and a 15 minute boat ride I checked into McDonalds, introduced myself to Mark and Margaret who were also staying there, got a beer and as I sat down the heavens opened with that kind of warm, torrential rain you only find in the tropics.
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