Friday, July 07, 2006

This really is the last resort...

...we ever stay at. Okay, if you have sproggies then maybe you don't mind behind trapped on a sun-kissed, palm-fringed coral island but, flippin' 'eck, even our island has bridge. (Well, two now.) Being stuck in Stalag 101 means you are at the mercy of all the 'Activities Desk' can concoct. We arranged a couple of touristy things to do mainly out of desperation. Our Wednesday snorkel trip was cancelled due to a sick dive-boat and by the time we were told this news all other activities for the rest of the week were fully booked. WE AIN'T SUN-WORSHIPPERS! Well, Kermit just slobbed out and drank Fiji beer all day...

Fortunately this inactivity did give us a chance to get to know a few of the other inmates so we made or own entertainment. Stand up David and Heather Quinn from Auckland, Anne and Marlene from Tasmania, the Salmons from Aussie-stralia and Ed and October (Yes, that is her name and, no, she was born in May) the English couple that run the dive school here. You shall go down in history as our saviours. Below is a picture of the 2 grown-up Quinns, well, Heather...


On Friday we managed to make a break for the shore and find a taxi into Nadi, the local town so Trish and Heather could get their shopping fix and so as we could have some food that was not fried or over-cooked and did not contain any derivative of the coconut. Once it had been made clear to the any tradesmen and woman harassing us to enter their shop that I did not have the legs for a Sari (big Hindu population here) we relaxed. Heard some interesting info. from Mohammed our taxi-driver about they way this resort operates and treats the local Fijians. Apparently there is a comment sheet in our room. I hope it has about 10 sheets of blank A4 attached.

Roll on L.A. We are being kicked out of here at 1100hrs and our flight is not until 2200 so we are off into town again. We will do anything not to stare at palms and be constantly approached by the staff to ask if we want beer.

Yesteday's highlight: We sat in the pool-side restaurant (Beer, Meester? No. P**s off.) and out of the corner my eye I saw something fly towards me. As I put my hand on my head something ran across it whilst a little girl beind us screamed. Fearing a repeat of the 4 inch spider we found in our room I started brushing my fingers through my hair only to find a 2 inch gecko having fun in my follicles. Panic over and every experience is educational. For instance, I found out that these lizards are called gecko's because that is the sound the make. So why don't we call dogs woofs?

So, farewell from Fiji. It is a really slow paced place and outside of here is very beautiful countryside filled with smiling friendly people. L.A. is just a 2 day stop-over to break our journey and do some laundry and maybe laugh at the oddalls on Venice Beach.

Oh, one thing I just remembered. Sat in the hotel lobby yesterday watching Americans waddle by I found myself huming along to a tune being played. I (much like you, dear reader) do not know any Fijian songs so stopped humming and listened. Yup. It was definitely 'Lily the Pink' in Fijian... Funny old world.

Had to laugh at T. Blair telling a Commons enquiry that his government did nothing to provoke the July 7 London bombings. Good job he didn't invade Iraq/Afghanistan and kill lots of innocent Muslims then, innit?


Must hop peoples.
Plenty packing to do.

Try to update from L.A. if we can.

Stay safe/keep smiling

Paul and Kermit
(Trish packing).
XXXX

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

According to the Doors there is an L.A. Woman.

I hope you will be able to confirm that there is more than one of them.

Anonymous said...

Greeting Globetrotters!

Hope ye are having a great time in the city of angels on the American leg of your world tour! Watch out for all those fake celebs. About those fridge magnets- we will have to invest in a second fridge! A few pics on the webpage would be nice? Philomena and the big lad send their regards. Well settled into the new pad now- never seen them so happy. On hols next week for 2 weeks- off to Costa del Dublin and Playa del Galway for a few days (don't we get around?)Oh, we can't wait!!

Cheerio!

Mol and Deckers.

P.S: We haven't had a drink in a week! Aren't we good?
Tell Kermit to go easy on the grog!

Anonymous said...

To Mol and Deckers

No drink for a week? Good? Try 22 years 3 months. If that makes me half a saint saint then yes, I feel half dead!

Anonymous said...

Uxbridge-speak for art loving folk clubbers:

Pre-Raphaelite – One who leaves before the raffle.

Anonymous said...

To complete the tune, and the globetrotting circle, and to return via the first blogspot, please confirm whether it is a long way from LA to Denver, and whether it is a long time to hang in the sky.

Anonymous said...

Great to read your blog and your travels since Fiji. I must say weren't David & Heather the nicest people you have ever met!!!! (LOL) Just thought you might like to know that whatever it was that accelerated my bowl movements in Fiji has continued to do so since our return to the Shaky Isles (NZ). Hope you guys are still having fun!

David & Heather

Anonymous said...

Oh actually my bowls haven't moved they are still in the cupboard. It was the bowels that were accelerating how could bowls accelerate?? Well i suppose they could if they were in a Greek restuarant anyway i must be bored at work cos i am ranting.

David