Fiji – land of Festivals
As we set off to explore the land we are informed there is a huge parade and Hibiscus Festival in Suva, and so our plans are promptly changed.
We set off to catch a minivan to Suva – about 1 hour away through the windy hills.
He is a cautious driver and has a near new van, so he is selective to whom he gives a fare to.
At $1.20 AU a ride for both of us, it is a bargain.
We are dropped at the city edge are informed that due to the parade we have to walk the rest.
We are stopped by a very proud policeman and so we have a photo at the markets.
Incredibly we bump into a friend from Adelaide – where else but at MacDonald’s!
We head down to the Hibiscus festival and rides look very home-made, so even at $1 each, I won’t allow my son on many of them as they look like the bolts are about to fling off.
A 1 hour wait in the sun, sees him on the bouncy slide, but when he finally gets on, it is burning his feet and he is too hot and gets a blister so we move on.
Heading back to the bus we have to walk through the markets and my son is enthralled with the live crabs all tied together, to be sold in bunches.
Seeing they have sat in the sun all day on a cloth or a banana leaf, produce both dead and alive now has a less of a real kick, and more of a pungent kick to them.
We try to get directions to our bus – there are about 100 all coming and going, and each driver points to the bus row behind him.
Suddenly a bus swings in and they haul us on, and take off as we are barely on the step inside.
It is full as usual, and my son does his usual sleep trick, and flakes out.
The lady next to me grabs him onto her lap.
He wakes and they play.
It makes the ride home a lot of fun as they play tricks on each other for the next hour.
Back here, and as my son makes a new friend and learns to play rugby, I decide to stay another day and forget the hassle of moving to town.
The next day, we make friends with some people that have an English speaking church that meet where we are staying.