Beach House

Well, it's been a relaxing week or so, kicking it on Fiji's southern coast at the Beach House, a very nice relaxing place to lay a weary head. I met up with Brian whom I met on Tavewa a few weeks ago and spent the time hanging out with him and two mad girls, Katie and Siobahn (just pretend you're Gov. Arnie when you say the name). It's been fairly cheap for me to stay here so I haven't been quick to move but after a week and everyone leaving the hostel I think it's time to push on to Suva, Fiji's largest city. I've been asked to talk a little about my days here in Fiji, which lengthened to four weeks now. I pretty much live in my Sarong, or Sulu, Douglas Adams was wrong, a sarong is the most important thing to travel with, it does all the same stuff as a towel, plus you can wear it and it makes a handy bedsheet. I tend to go barefoot around the place a lot, my feet are no where near Fijian feet standards (ie you can hold a flaming stick on them), but they're toughening up nicely. Fiji moves at a fairly slow pace, Fiji time is such a wonderful concept. The beach here is nice and there are a bunch of hammocks to lounge in. I just finished reading the first book I brought to read on the road, "The Rise and Fall of the 3rd Reich," by Shirer, my nod to Steinbeck as Cruicks noted. 1,500 pages, took me roughly two months, I think. Anyway, that's a bit all for now, it turns out I'm not being kicked out of my bed tonight so I don't have to go set up my tent. Think I'll lounge instead, or get a massage, 1 hr. for 14USD, not so bad. Hope everyone's safe and sound. I may try to start uploading some Fiji pics in Suva, but we'll see how fast their internet is there.