I had initially embarked upon my recent trip to Fiji somewhat cautiously, because four and a half years ago, I spent a day in Fiji with my little brother, who was 18 and had never seen a third-world country. We exited the airport on an eight-hour layover between New Zealand and Los Angeles, and decidedContinue reading “Fiji, live”
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Pretending to be famous
When I got on the plane to go to Fiji, I was greeted by three other women: Marguarite, Elina, and Jennie. They had each reposed themselves in their row of seats in the second-story bubble of our not-so-private jet. I had a row of seats as well — three whole seats in what amounted toContinue reading “Pretending to be famous”
In the waters of Royal Davui
I look for adventure that will make my blood surge, although the ocean has probably provided me with more terror than all other terrain combined. I have always wanted to go diving, and now, here in a pristine Fijian paradise, I have the chance. So I start in the resort’s pool, and dive off-jetty withinContinue reading “In the waters of Royal Davui”
Fiji handling
Summing up a trip to a resort with a tale of how good the massages were seems intrinsically dull. It should all sort of go without saying. However, being under the hands of a capable masseuse after a very long day of travel is, in the flesh, so pleasant that my immediate reaction was toContinue reading “Fiji handling”
Waiting for the bus
Inter City bus lines comes through Turangi, the self-styled trout fishing capital of the world (where fishing will set you back $120 NZ), at 1:10 a.m., less than two hours from now. It comes through more than once, but this way we save on hostel fees. We can sleep on the bus… at least inContinue reading “Waiting for the bus”
The New Zealand Penguin flu
We hostel cleaners stay in a little space under the stairs in a dorm called Penguin. It is cold in Penguin. Daniel and I have gotten what I think is Influenza. We’re finally on the upswing today, and heading to Christchurch.
Auckland to Kaikoura
Blogger in New Zealand seems to be stuck in Japanese, so I’m not a hundred percent sure what I’m doing here. Tomorrow it will have been two weeks since we left… or rather, the day after tomorrow back home. We landed in Auckland. Auckland is boring. Think Seattle with nothing to do. They call itContinue reading “Auckland to Kaikoura”
After 35 hours of travel and a few more resting
There is no time. No day, night. No hour for eating, or sleeping. I am always tired, always dozing, but never fully asleep. I am never hungry and never full. I am fed dinner at midnight local time and then breakfast at 3 a.m. local time. These are seven hours apart. I am in crowds.Continue reading “After 35 hours of travel and a few more resting”
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