Fiji: The Naviti

I’ve had some image editor woes since upgrading to Leopard on my powerbook. I was using an ancient Photoshop Elements which spat the dummy. I tried to install Gimp – no dice. So I’m using a combination of Flickr editing and Tabblo to create my photo collages. That explains the delay in posting about Fiji. No good talking about holidays without accompanying pix.

We left for Fiji early on the Thursday morning 15/11. The boys were great on the flight and both were asleep mid-flight. Next to us were a couple with a two year old girl who had the attention span of a gnat. She refused to sleep and had a such a tantrum that left the most patient hostie staff exasperated.
After landing at Nadi we had a long coach transfer of 1.5 hours to the resort. Lincoln slept for alot of it and Fraser did so well thanks to iPod movies, sultanas, rice wheels, and tiny teddies.

On route to the resort we see roadside stalls of coconuts and mangos. Coconut trees are growing everywhere I’m surprised people would actually need to buy them. Sugarcane seems to be growing all over the shop in random places.

We arrived at The Naviti around 5pm – in time for a drink and buffet dinner, enjoyed a post dinner swim and we all slept well with only one wakeup from Lincoln.

On Friday morning we went along with Fraser to feed the fish with the kids’ club – Fijian pirhanas don’t eat people, apparently. Lots of rest, more swimming, paddling in the canoe, and rain.

Part of our resort deal included a free shopping trip into the nearby town on Sigatoka. We chat with some of our companions, Klaus and Heidi, from Hervey Bay. (Two more typical German names you could never get.) We also meet Junior who is five years old and lives in the village next door to the resort. he’s on the bus with us due to his parents running the tour. He’s fascinated with our digital camera and can’t speak much english. Fraser keeps asking him “where do you guys live?” and Junior replies with an armpit fart every time. Who knew armpit farts were an international language?
Anyway, we avoided the markets at Sigatoka as the spruikers are known for approaching kids and trying to make them wear their jewellery etc. We think it might have freaked Fraser out so we stick to the better known tourist shops.
That evening we watch some Polynesian and Tahitian dancing at the resort. Quite the fan of a good coconut bra, and the boy with the firesticks.
Sunday is a nothing/rest day where we all did alot of napping. We paid for it that night though when Lincoln wouldn’t sleep.
Monday, we do ‘Anna’s tour’. Anna is Junior’s mother and she takes us to a village past Sigatoka. We take part in a kava ceremony, watch the ladies make pottery, and see some fijian dancing. We also drive through some rural parts where lots of food is grown – known as teh salad bowl of Fiji.
On Monday evening we make use of our other resort inclusion which is a sunset wine cruise. Unfortunately, the boat is broken so we end up with a wine and savouries party near the beach. It was a pleasant evening. We spoke to some other travellers, drank wine, and ate savouries. (funny, that.)

We had a favourite waitress at the Naviti and she took care of us every breakfast and lunch. Her name is Mili and she’s worked there for 20 years. She tells us about the 5 children she has, ranging in age from 8 to 20. The oldest is graduating from technical college where he has learnt to be a mechanic. Her husband is a pastor with the Assemblies oif God church and they live in a 3 bedroom cement house in Sigatoka. We asked her how they coped with young children while she went to work and she explained that the aunts and other family members in the village would look after them and Mili would split up her pay packet accordingly each week.

We enjoyed the Naviti. The staff were always friendly and happy. The kid’s club didn’t take under-5’s though, and there wasn’t much for young kids to do besides swim. It was good to be there on an all-inclusive deal, as we only fork out $30 extra on the way out Tuesday morning.

1 Comment

  1. My God – you seemed to do so much. We kinda got there and hung out there and not much else !

    ( did they have that cool trampoline thing in the swimming pool – the boy loved that ! )

    I used to work with a Fijian bloke. I can tell you a story about Fijian Pirahna that I still don’t know til this day if it’s true.

    Anyway, i’ll email, as it might attract unwanted hits on your blog … :p

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