Nov 10, 2013
Apr 02, 2014
So there I was in the South Pacific: Nadi, Fiji (pronounced "Nan-dee"). Having been on the country's main, largest island - Viti Levu - for just over an hour, I was completely drenched in sweat
. My cotton t-shirt was soaked; I could feel the beads of sweat running steadily down my back between my shoulder blades, and the sweat soon began to accumulate on my forehead and creep its way down into my eyes (after having saturated my eyebrows). As I breathed in the hot, humid, heavy air, I sighed and a feeling of comfort and relaxed happiness spread through me: while not home (what is home, by the way? That is a topic for a blog entry all in its own... perhaps another day), this was a close second!
We made our way to our accommodation and I could already feel my pace slowing down (partially because of the heat, and partially because I was back on island time). Island time is one thing, but as I began to take the rental car and circumnavigate Fiji's largest island, I would soon learn that Fiji Time was another thing altogether...
After running-and-gunning across New Zealand for the past two months, it was time for a change of pace. At the same time we bid farewell to Ed and Wanda, I also bid adieu to the brothers. After two different flights and 2,937 km (1,825 mi) I stepped off the plane and was greeted by an incredibly powerful, humid (and welcome, I might add) slap to the face. I quickly collected my bag and went through an uneventful customs checkpoint. I walked out through the arrivals gate and was met by my beautiful, smiling girlfriend - who had arrived earlier that day (she had already had her own adventure in just flying from North America... but you'll have to ask her about that yourself).