Cathay Hotel Lautoka

25th Up with a hint of a hangover from the night before and an ominous full bottle of wine leftover which I now know from experience we will be drinking before midday at the airport with our lunch as we wait for the flight. We pack up and do the washing we need to do which takes absolutely ages to dry. Finally we can wait no longer and have to dash to the car wash before heading to wicked to drop off the van. They give it a cursory look over and of course don't even notice the screen ...

... an amazing thing happened. after nearly 4 days of constant rain and wind and bad moods, the rain just...stopped. it was awesome. we all cheered and got pretty drunk and next thing we knew, we were getting off at a remote fijian village to have kava with their local cheifs and cruise their local markets half in the bag. it was alot of fun, and time raced by until it was time to board the sea-spray again and make way to "cast-away ...

... it probably appeared like I was putting a wallet into the bag instead. Soon after buying a couple of drinks and sitting down at a table near the door, a big Fijian man entered the shop. Lynda would later describe him as having "mad eyes". In hindsight I would have to agree with her. This man made no secret of his approach towards us. I had my back to him, but realised he was there when he towered menacingly over Lynda, his eyes locked on her handbag ...

... teach me a few phrases but unfortunately I wasn't quite sober at the time and now can only recall the following: Yok pranka inka svenska (Might be written wrong) Which means, I can't speak swedish :) I'm the road to mastering this language for sure.. lol. This is starting to appear to be maybe one of the greater challenges I will have to face.

Well guys it was off to the sun for a week to Figi an it was beautiful. Thirty degree weather every day what more could i say. Met some great new friends, relaxed every day in the sun and took it easy. Figi was beautiful, people were lovely and i even managed to get a tan in the eight days that i was there. What more can i say. Check out the photos i think they say everything.

... seen. Indo-Fijian people everywhere...not like what I pictured Fiji to be, I felt like I was in India. A lot of people were trying to rip me off, but I had Kiva with me to show me the ropes. I listened to Kiva, an American, speak with a fake Fijian accent in order to barter like a local. We went back to her joint, chatted, rested, and then in the evening mike showed up. Went to a hotel to eat dinner, was so good. Headed back and chilled out with Mike, and then went to bed on the sofa.

... unseres Familienfreundes Dick bin ich kurzerhand nach Amerika zu seiner Beerdigung geflogen um zusammen mit meiner und seiner Familie von diesem Menschen, der fuer mich seit meiner Kindheit ein grosses Vorbild und eine Inspiration war, Abschied zu nehmen. Kaum aus den USA zurueck ging's nach Fiji. Dort fand ich mich auf einer kleinen Insel namens Nananu-i-Ra in einem Taifun gestrandet wieder und musste, finanziell ausgebrannt, aus lauter ...