Absolutely EVERYWHERE you go in Fiji it is 'Bula! Bula! Bula!'. It technically means Life! but is used for all possible greetings. On stepping off the plane I was greeted with cries of this, men in sarongs and flowers, singing and a ton of rain. The smell really reminded me of South East Asia - tropical, wet, hot and it's acceptable for strangers to ask your age, marital status or out for dinner. Although actually it's a bit cooler here in Fiji, unlike the sea temperature which ridiculous. It's above 30 degrees, it's like a cup of tea!
My initial plan was to spend a few days in the Yasawa Islands (hammocks, coral, beach) and then two days a little bit inland (hills, jungle). This did eventually happen but not at all to plan. After arriving in the evening and spending the night, I was up bright and early for the boat trip out to the islands. Quite a long bus journey, quite a busy port, THREE HOURS of sitting on the actual boat while 'the engineers addressed a problem' and then another hour and a half back in the port deciding what to do with us. It was pouring with rain so I knew the islands wouldn't be looking their best, and I'm on Fiji time, who cares? The British couple next to me cared A LOT. It was amazing, they just demanded to use every other boat in the marina. Also felt quite bad for the honeymooning couple I had met on the plane...
Anyway, a day wasted sent off to a dodgy hotel in Nadi where, due to the rain, we watched 'The Impossible'. It's a good film but Fiji is
not at all the place to watch it, given it's about the 2004 tsunami. Anyway, 24 hours later and back to Denerau Port and then a 5 and a half hour journey to Blue Lagoon Resort in Nacula. Credit to the boat company, they managed to fly out an engine part from New Zealand and fix it during that time.
By this point, I was expecting quite a lot from this island, after the effort to get there. Fortunately, it utterly lived up to it. There were flowers on my bed when I arrived, immediately given juice and amazing Fijian food the whole stay (influenced by Indian, lots of fish, lots of doughnut like things). We had the local choir come and sing to us, visited the local bakery and had a surreal cup of tea and cake on a tropical island (cooked in a tiny hut of corrugated iron as the recent cyclone had destroyed it) and, as the next two days were beautiful weather, did lots of swimming and snorkelling in the amazingly warm sea. There was masses and masses of coral of various colours and more variety in fish than in Borneo (although no turtles), weird sea slugs, squid and blue starfish that look like they've collapsed in the most uncomfortable places. I also discovered pagoo when walking on the beach! Pagoos are hermit crabs and, later that day, we enjoyed crab racing championships. Unfortunately, despite being very carefully picked, my crab did not do very well... The only downside, other than the long boat journey, was the numbers of mozzies - bites everywhere including the soles of my feet (I now know what you're talking about, Emma).
After another epic boat trip and weird taxi ride, I ended up in Stoney Creek up in the mountains. Here the mozzies were even worse and seemed to be 24 hour mozzies. In fact, I think I've given myself a smoker's cough by never being very far from the lit anti-mozzie coils. The lady there also insisted on getting me lemon for my 'huge, ugly bites' (her words, not mine), not sure it helped as she also said baking soda or toothpaste would work which confused my understanding of neutralisation. Slightly odd place, an inordinate number of dogs, particularly in the ladies' loo (?). If I were to redo the trip to Fiji, I think I would spend longer on the island and less long in the hills as it's a bit further to get to things to do, but I'm glad I saw some of the jungle, the people with machetes and the hills looking really very green and beautiful. Photos to be added!
Then I began my epic trip home. Arriving slightly later at the airport than either me or the Canadian girl I was going with would have preferred, on insistence from the lady at the hotel, I found myself in amusing airport story number 4, 5? Can't remember what I'm up to. I thought I'd been really on the ball and looked up if I need a visa or anything to travel into the US, as I'm spending a night in L.A. on my way home. You don't need a visa but you
do need an ESTA form completed online 72 hours before you fly. I had 1 hour and 8 minutes before I flew. Fijian air staff were very helpful and gave me internet access but made it clear I only had ten minutes and they couldn't guarantee anything. I was getting increasingly sweaty but, after 6 months of travelling, have all my passport and credit card numbers and expiry dates in my head and the lady actually said 'woah, that was really fast'. Then it took an anxious 90 seconds to process and I was allowed through - phew! I even had time to exchange my Fijian money.
It was, however, a very gruelling flight, with some very geographically confused Americans who couldn't believe that it made any sense at all to fly from Fiji to the UK via America. I tried to explain that it's about equidistant either way because, you know, the earth is spherical, but I didn't get very far. Oh well, they were only teachers. It was the lack of sleep, rather than their lack of understanding that was gruelling, to clarify. Arriving in L.A. to a shuttle bus driver who just kept shouting 'youngster!' at me and terrorising anyone under the age of 8 by shouting 'HELLO, LITTLE ONES!' out the window as he drove along was a bit of a shock, but he showed me the sights. The really important ones, like the hotel where Whitney Houston died and some truly horrendous houses in Beverly Hills with disproportionate pillars and windows. Anyway, a night on Hollywood Boulevard and then back to the airport for another 10+ hour flight.