
Anyway, the flight to Fiji from Hawaii was about 6 and a half hours (I was going to say 6.5 hours but to me that never seems right because I’ve always though 0.5 to be a derivative of decimilisation therefore I would equate it to 10, which would mean 6.5 hours would be 6 hours and 50 minutes… but by the .5 I mean 30 minutes) so… the flight was six and a half hours long and was fairly standard, I was sat next to a big Tongan man who kind of looked like Gary Glitter in his hey day, I didn’t mention this to the Tongan as it would of just caused a lot of confusion having to explain Gary Glitter in pigeon English.
Once at Nadi (pronounced Naandi) I was picked up in a minibus and driven to the resort. As Louise was not with me a found a fairly cheap place where they surf and dive, so this bit of the trip is more holiday than traveling. The minibus seemed to have the BIGGEST geartsick in the world, and this journey took 2 hours!!

The terrain was initially a strange mix of England and India with rolling hills and lush grass, which to me seemed luminous green, it was fluorescent! It all felt like home on a BOILING hot day. They drive on the same side of the road as us too, which after 3 weeks in Hawaii felt somewhat strange again.
As the journey progressed the landscape changed into rainforest/jungle and it just felt like I was in King Kong country. Huge thick forests as far as I could see with mountains in the background rising up, green and packed densely with deep green trees and plants