Mana Island, Fiji
These travel days are rough. I mean, sure, we don’t have to work and we don’t have them every day, but travel days always start at an ungodly hour and involve trying tto get around in an unfamiliar place, a task that isn’t a cakewalk even when you’re not exhausted.
We got on the plane in LA last night at 7 pm Fiji time or 11 pm LA time. Anna and I had a row to ourselves, the middle four seats in a 747, and so we actually managed to get some sleep. Still, the airline started breakfast service around 2:30 am Fiji time, and we’ve both been up since then.
We didn’t know where we were going when we got here, despite picking up a copy of the lonely planet guide for Fiji. We had an idea though, and when we’d cleared customs we were ushered into the office of a travel agent who took those ideas and shipped us off to Mana, a small island not far from the main island.
It’s the first day and we’re wiped out, so I guess the jury is still out on Fiji. It seems like a nice place and the people seem friendly, but I feel like we’re paying a fortune for a crappy room, decent food and a great beach. Whatever, I guess. We’re here until next Saturday and then it’s on to NZ. There are plenty of worse things to do than sit on a beach and get a little bit fatter.
We drank some Kava today. Kava is a traditional Fijian drink made from the root of some plant that only grows here. It takes six years, but then the dig up the root, grind into a consistency like fine sand. This “sand” is mixed with water and viola! Kava. It’s supposed to be a mild narcotic, but I quite honestly am just feeling exhausted.
Goodnight!
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