Fiji – The land of Festivals
As we set off to explore the Fiji, land of festivals, we are informed there is a huge parade and Hibiscus Festival in Suva, and so our plans are promptly changed. Being on a single parent travel adventure has taught us to be flexible and appropriately make changes if need be. We believe that luxury travel experts would approve of such impromptu changes in such occasions. These are the times we allow our family travel to take us to wherever fun is – even if it means making necessary adjustments.
So 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 ride and at $1.20 AU a ride for both of us, it is a bargain.
We are dropped at the city edge and informed that due to the parade we have to walk the rest of the way. We are stopped by a very proud policeman and so we have a photo at the front of the market.
Incredibly we bump into a friend from Adelaide – where else but at MacDonalds!
Our family travel leads us down to the Hibiscus Festival (yes, land of festivals is true!) 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 but I’m sure later in our travels this will change. That is what being a mom in a single parent travel is all about as I feel very protective of my son. Bet I have become a luxury travel expert who understands the value of a great experience later down the track.
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, it 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. Suva is a busy hub and with the land of festivals, it is tricky to work this out. 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.
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 meets where we are staying.
The afternoon sees us visiting the nearby resort for a swim in their fabulous pool with a cave and dive area, and my son is soon making friends, and using up his energy.
We finish the swim by looking over the river. My son is tired by 3:30 p.m. and ready for an early Indian curry dinner with copious amounts of Roti, which we share for $5 AU and walk back “home”. We end up getting a ride back with one of the guys from the church who is an Aussie building a house here – thanks, Cliff!
- Have you attended any festivals at Fiji?
- What memories did you make?
- Please share your experinces and comments with us below.