Deuba, Fiji – Moving into the unknown
Today I wake and reality hits. I am late! The Kava and drinks from last night had relaxed me.
Now I had a headache and a room of too much stuff to madly pack. We head down to breakfast, and I make enough sandwiches for 2 days. Juice and milk in flasks, and grab some fruit. We barely make packing up in time, and I down a strong coffee.
Fortunately one of the Fiji staff has given me the low-down that the coach driver would not help us with our luggage, box, and bags; 5 in total due to the stuff we have to give away later; but a mini-van in a different location is the best, and the driver will take us to the door of our accommodation.
At more than double the price, we have to pay for a seat for the luggage, as I refuse to have it on the roof in case it flies off. I swing a deal and get $10FJ off.
The driver is playing chicken at top speed, and I have my feet on one bag on the back of the seat, and another arm on a huge rolling backpack that threatens to fall down on us both and squash us, but better than it flying off the roof, and I am glad I was firm with my request.
We get to Deuba (pronounced Day-un-bar) and I am glad I had struck a deal on the phone. It is an old colonial pineapple canning factory. It has no other guests and is not on the beach, or near the town, and I am told the bar, restaurant and facilities are closed for renovation.
In fact, we discover the sugar ants march up the kitchen wall, through a hole into the bathroom, and straight through all of my vanity bags, and into a drainage hole in the toothbrush holder, and are having a feast – on our toothbrushes and toothpaste.
Better than the 3-inch roach (no lie) I later find elsewhere!I explain to my son that the budget kicks in now. He cries and says he misses the action and fun of resort.
My son spots a supermarket, and we are surprised at how little we spend to get food for the next two days.
Armed with two bags of groceries for $10, we head home via a curry house we had spotted (we had checked the local upmarket and near empty eating houses, and were shocked the prices were more than the resort). Dinner is a reasonable bargain and as it is nearly dark and starting to rain (our first rain in Fiji), so we get takeaway for the remainder and do a quick walk down the main road home.
We are now in the wet-dry zone with grey skies, and where we head to Suva in a couple of days is the wet zone.It is windy and bucketing down outside – there is a stack of strange noises outside, heavy truck road traffic, sheep out the back, barking ‘strayhounds’ (as my son calls them), the noise of Geckos outside, and I also heard a noise in the kitchenette, and discovered a tiny albino lizard running up the wall – glad all our food is in zip-lock bags. We are also lathered in mosquito repellent, but I have been bitten in the armpits, causing me to have actions somewhat like a gorilla.
We watch one of our DVDs on the laptop, and I sit back and enjoy a drink, and a night in. The curtains blow with the wind through the missing louvre glass, but I feel safe in our little haven. I am pleased we have finally ventured into new areas of Fiji.