... Did they turn off the air conditioning? The sun has yet to rise. Our seat neighbor is flying Geneva-London-LA-Fiji. She says it's quicker than the Asia routes.
Forest, farms, random lights dot the dark land. Homes, headlights. We hit the ground twenty feet too far up. Welcome to Fiji!
Humid!!! Back to Houston, Houston of my nightmares... Grin & bear it. Sweat a little. Outside for a bit before joining customs line. ... No hurry. Guitar band singing for us as we come inside.
Big Hindu temple. Colors, incense, people walking around the temple -- circling -- with plates of fruit, some of them, and flaming butter pats on coconuts.
Natadola Beach. Taxi driver showed us the sights between here and the airport. ... The scenery reminds me of Hawaii and Costa Rica. Lush. Green. And now at the white beach. Relax.
Birds chirping, singing their morning songs. Fans hum the air into a cool breeze across my skin. The waves crash on the beach and I can feel it through the bed. Cars drive past on the dirt road -- just a crackling in the hot air. Sunlight filters through clouds and palm fronds, through the glass operable shutters and onto the white sheets. Take a shower and soon sweaty enough to need another one. Breakfast is still being served, I believe.
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