I’m currently in Melbourne staying at the house of ‘Coleies parents, which has been a very nice break from the hostels and stuff. Fiji was fantastic as you might expect, and Australia has been very good so far also. This doesn’t stop the fact that I’ve been missing home, but all my flights and trains etc to get back to Plymouth have now been booked. I’ll get to Heathrow terminal 3 at 5:45am (!) on Monday 27th April, and then have four hours to get my bags and find my way to Paddington Station to get the train to Plymouth that’ll arrive at 13:05. I thought I’d better leave plenty of time to faff, I’ve got no idea how jet lagged and confused I’ll be. A nine hour stay in Hong Kong airport is unlikely to be helpful in that respect.
Hoping to be in a ‘see people and have fun’ mood by the end of the week (in time for the weekend!)
In the mean time, all I have to do is try and enjoy the sights and sounds of Australias two largest cities (I’ll be off to Sydney next weekend), not too hard they are very nice cities, see exibit A: Read the rest of this entry »
We went out last night as a last goodbye from Fiji (I’m actually leaving tomorrow but some of us have already left).
I had a bottle of Fiji baby (Fiji bitter in a ‘stubby’ bottle), this would be my first sup of alcohol since we had some pretty extensive goodbye parties in Savusavu on the northern island of Fiji.
I couldn’t even finish one bottle, and on top of that this morning I had a hangover!!!
The message is clear to me, my body is rebelling after the silly amount of alcohol that was drunk when we had a lovo (Fijian hot rock cooking method) at our house as our first leaving party.
The problem is, or was, that the Fijians have a way of drinking called ‘Taki’ in which there is a taki master who has the beer, one small glass (more if there are a lot of people) and they pour out beers for people and the glass is passed round. You are expected to down the glass and hand it back. It’s supposed to symbolize how were are all one and it gets you drinking a lot of alcohol in a short space of time.
And when we ran out of beer and moved onto rum and coke… recipe for disaster. Basic upshot is that I won’t be drinking any alcohol for a while now, it just makes me feel ill!