February 8th
My friend Brendan warned me about Nadi. The armpit of civilization, he said. Get out of there as soon as possible.
But I had to spend one night there because of the timing between my flight and the ferry. And really, it's not as bad as all that. Nothing to rave about either. The most exciting thing about Nadi was the 50 cent bag of roasted peas and peanuts and what can only be described as sweet turmeric fudge (way better than it sounds). To be fair, it was Sunday and most places were closed.
It's amazing how much work and clean has happened since the flooding just over two weeks ago. And now there's been no water since Friday; a mudslide took out the city's main pipes.
And it's hot. To the point where every Fijian I speak to complains about it. That's hot.
About Me
- Ali
- I'm silly, rambunctious, self-involved, somewhat arrogant (I like to hope it's endearing), and wear my heart on my sleeve. People, storytelling, sunshine, and funny stuff are my top sources of glee. *** A large percentage of my time is spent daydreaming and I've had a narrator for as long as I can remember (which is around 2-&-a-bit years old). Until recently, I assumed everyone had one. Apparently, it's considered an indicator of possible mental health issues. I would have hoped the narrator would have worked that in sooner, but clearly it was news to both of us. *** I stopped focusing on dance about a year ago and have since discovered the joys of theatre, improv, beer, and idleness. The consequent improvement in my quality of life is impressive, to say the least. And now it's time for adventuring. I've packed up my bag and hit the road. These are my stories.
2 comments:
Sweet turmeric fudge? That's horrible.
Bad description, perhaps, but it tasted divine!
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