Cheery c*** of a taxi driver decided to put the fear of God into Andie en route to the airport. Not only Borat but Military coups also appear to be following us about. And according to Mr Cheery, Fiji was ready to go a bit Pete Tonga (you may need to check BBC news to get that). Cue rush to the nearest wireless hotspot at the airport to seek Foreign Office advice and check how far we were from the Capital. Having concluded we'd take our chances with the Junta, we hadn't bargained on the comedy 1970s Air Pacific planes and airport taxi - I swear the latter had an 8 track wired for sound. Nice though to be greeted with men playing guitars rather than brandishing AK-47s. Woman at Customs: "So are you on honeymoon then, doing all this travelling?" Andie "No, I just like spending all his money."
Fiji is f****** Heaven but. End of. Just beautiful. Our Hotel - Westin Denarau Island - is fabulous. Nice grill meal with the calming waves of the South Pacific for background ambience (the Bose sound and video system in our room is pretty good too right enough), Andie enjoyed sharing her prawns with the hotel cat and her kittens. Andie further points out that the picture is a pastiche of the Japanese penchant for active photography and she wasn't that drunk
(yet).
