Take a Hike

One day Simona decided we should go to Koroyanitu National Heritage Park which included a stay at a village and a nature walk through the park.  Upon arrival, the head of the Ambaca Visitor’s center, a woman of about 55 years or so, said the walks were easy and she does them herself all the time.  This is how that went:

We = Simona (the Gorgeous Girl) and Me.
They = our guides Joseph (tall) and Letia (barefoot).

We struggled in hiking boots : They sauntered in sandals or went barefoot.

We brought an extra pair of shoes, two cameras, three lenses, three books, two bottles of water, two jackets and bug repellent : They brought a machete.

We took 2.5 hours to go up and another 1.5 to come down : They (sans us) take one hour up and less coming down.

We recoiled at the caterpillars by the river and used antibacterial hand sanitizer : They usually hunt and kill wild pigs in these hills.

We called it a strenuous hike : They call it a walk.

Upon arrival back at the village They went about their day : We took a nap.

Needless to say I do better in Los Angeles than I do on a mountain in Fiji, but to be honest not by much.

the white dots over Simona's left shoulder is the village where we started from.  Behind her is Lautoka, on the screen left edge of frame is Nadi.

the Sugar Cane Fields

On our first day here in Fiji we met this Indian kat named Prem at the bus stop.  He was super friendly so I immediately was suspicious of him.  Turns out he had no angle and was genuinely nice if not socially awkward.  He invited us to dinner and when we took him up on his offer it turned out to be just tea and silence.  Anyway, he also mentioned he knew some sugar cane workers and could hook us up so we can see them work.

I immediately imagined the premium, National Geographic style photos I was about to take and maybe even sell!  Well, Prem proved as good as his word and on an overcast, rainy morning Simona and I walked up through a downed sugar cane field towards some workers.  They were so happy to meet us they stopped working all together and chatted us up.  So instead of these amazing photos of Fijian sugar cane workers toiling in the field, here are some pictures of some dudes with machetes, having tea.

And for those of you playing the home version, don’t forget to see if you can Spot Simona!

Lautoka Sugar Festival

The Lautoka Sugar Festival is a weeklong celebration with absolutely nothing in it to remind of you of sugar, how it’s made, how delicious it is or how important it is to the community.  No sugarcane juice, no tasty confectionaries, and “ice cream.”  What they did have was five Ferris wheels made by long interlocking metal pipes and spun by the rear axle of a car.  For the kiddies there were smaller Ferris wheels, and planes and horses that go around in a horizontal circle.  Finishing where you begin is a big thing here.

Also there were barbeque stands and a parade.

Fiji By Bus - Lautoka

My second favorite thing about Lautoka, is leaving it.  ZING!

But seriously folks, the bus ride from Lautoka to Nadi is 45 minutes of nature’s eye candy.  I stare out the window the whole time.  Most Fijians don’t seem all that enthralled with it probably because they were looking out their bus windows before it was cool.  Ugh, is there anything worse than a Fijian hipster?

Enough talky, picture time!