Empty Resorts and Dancing Crabs
Friday, March 30th, 2007I am now in the Fiji Airport waiting for my flight to Rarotonga, sittting in a chair that I “borrowed” from a restaurant, as this Internet kiosk is stand only. Last Sunday, I went to church in a small stone and wood Catholic Church in Levuka. Much to my surprise, the mass was in English and I was once again the palest person in the room. I then caught a very small boat to Calaiq and got very wet in the process. Once on the island, I found my dorm which I was sharing with the only other guest on the island (a Greek waiter named Ilias). [read on]