More postage stamp island

Look, people on the sticky edge of the postage stamp...all waiting for a turn on the only catamaran the has a sail in tact and not holes in the pontoons...

Next photo. Bikinis, I promise...



Look closely now....

the littlest island

As the boat pulls away from the pier, my jet lag finally starting to fade, I wonder again, what in the hell am I doing out here? Well, another island awaits and who am I to question my wanderlust?


This morning, I left my room and scurried out before housekeeping banged on my door. Without any idea of what my day would hold, I hopped the commuter bus disguised as a grass hut on wheels, and rode down to the marina where the tour boats were waiting. 100 bucks later and I was on my way with the South Seas Island Cruise.


I must mention that the woman who sold me the trip became completely facinated with the fact that I was a single American woman on vacation alone. She has called my hotel 12 or 15 times since that day. She had my name. Lovely woman, but I don't know how to help her. And yes, I am certain she will call me another 12 times before I leave here.


The island approaches. See the postage stamp in the distance?

Wait. The stamp gets bigger. Then, you see bikinis and kayaks and bures and trees....


I'll show the bikinis on the next post. Maybe even some girls gone wild video??????

first night in Nadi

Here I am, in Fiji on a solo vacation. I'm just a little uncomfortable with all of the questions about why a single woman is single and if she is on vacation, why is she on vacation alone. Do you have family? Children? Where is your husband? Is he dead?

I'm surrounded by lovely humorous Australians and New Zealanders, but nary an American in sight. Every fellow traveler I meet, once I confess that I am American, is dying to ask me what I think is going to happen with our election. You know - the PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION? They say, this from the Australians, in whose country the vote is compulsory, " If we could vote, we would be at your polls, but we CAAAANT." Say can't like car, but with a really long A. God forbid, the world might be cursed with another 8 years with a Bushy! We Americans must do SOMETHING! It CAAAANT be allowed!

After a few cocktails, the entertainment begins and it is spectactular.

These hot young Fiji boys start dancing, singing, and throwing flaming torches while surrounded by a dozen or so children. They are the pied pipers of the Radisson Hotel with little munchins swarming at their feet and at the same time, adults a clapping and cheering to the rythm of their dance.