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Fiji used to be an English colony but has been self-sufficient for a while. In addition to the native Fijians there is a very large Indian (from India) community. Which was great since after dealing with bad French food in Tahiti we were eager for some cheap tasty Indian curries. English is the common language here and people are ridiculously friendly so it's very easy to get around. The handsome menfolk are very large and muscular and wear knee-length skirts, even the policemen. After getting settled in our guest house, I walked into town to find some medicine for Anton's food poisoning while he stayed put moaning, barfing, and watching Alf (Fijians love that show). Happy schoolkids waved at me. The place had an infectiously joyous vibe; plus I was riding the "first day in a new country" rush I would come to be addicted to on this trip. Anton was soon sufficiently recovered to fly to the island of Kandavu. Fiji is made up of 100's of islands and reefs, which are spectacular to fly over. For $200 US you get round trip flights to two other islands. Our isolated resort on Kandavu, Albert's place, was pure Gilligan's Island paradise. We slept in simple but perfect mbures, or thatched huts, and were fed delicious meals consisting of the fresh fish they had caught that day.
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