First stop, of course, was the pool:
But anyone who wants to experience Fiji needs to get away from the hotel and so I went on a tour up an inland river to a traditional Fijian village. Here's a shot of a Fijian Bure (house).
Our guides took us to a waterfall where we swam and they demonstrated the Fijian version of cliff diving.
We continued further up the river until we reached Namuamua (meaning where the two rivers meet). The villagers welcomed us, scared the bejeezus out of a few small Australian children with a spear dance, and fed us a wonderful lunch of taro root and something they insisted was human being, though it tasted a lot like chicken.
The next day, after waving goodbye to the ladies of Namuamua (who temporarily commandeered that cute Australian baby) I sailed to the island of Tavua for some snorkeling and relaxation, Fiji-style.
3 comments:
Fun!
Looks fabulous. Thanks for sharing!
Looks like you're having a ball, Vivi!
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