Our hotel, The Mercure Nadi
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Kurt (L), Errol & Jill - guess who is taking pic |
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Ceiling in reception area |
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Men at Work |
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Beautiful Bessie, our evening waitress, with Errol (L) & Kurt |
Nadi Town
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Hindu Temple - we were not allowed in because we confessed to not having had a vegetarian breakfast |
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Telephone booth - all the same everywhere we went |
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Main street |
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Beautiful leadlight lampshades at Saffron Restaurants |
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Wine cupboard at Saffron Restaurant |
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Statue outside Saffron Restaurant |
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Fijian Policeman in traditional uniform |
Ba Markets
These markets were full of an amazing array of fresh fruit and vegetables and fish. Ba Town is a soccer mad town and a large sign tells you this as you enter. Unusual in that Fiji is very much rugby orientated and to a lesser degree, rugby league.
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Kava roots before being pounded into powder and then mixed with water |
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Chillies |
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Indian sweets & savoury nibbles |
Visit to traditional Village Navala
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Beautiful view from a photo stop en route to the village |
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Another photo stop - looking down on the village we were to visit |
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Chief Errol (R) and Spokesman Kurt |
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A little tot having a wash - note the line of nappies |
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Little boys pretending to whippersnip - someone was actually whippersnipping in the distance |
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The village - an idyllic setting |
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One of the young Mums who prepared our lunch, and her toddler |
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Altar of the church (Roman Catholic). People bring in their mats to sit on. |
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Just love this. A poster in one of the school classrooms. |
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Wandering through the village. One of our guides on the left. We had to remove our hats, put on sarongs and not wear sunglasses |
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A photo stop on the way to the village |
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One of the village houses |
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Jill is a high school teacher and was interested in the school |
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A poster teaching 'groups' |
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View from the church verandah looking towards the village |
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Some of the children in their classroom |
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A beautiful setting |
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Preparing the kava for the welcoming ceremony |
Robinson Crusoe Island
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Kurt on the boat trip down the river to the island |
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Part of the river |
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The welcoming committee |
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A group of Danish girls with whom Kurt was able to speak in Danish . |
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One of the many sunset pics Kurt took. |
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That's me fossicking for shells which I didn't bring back unfortunately. |
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Starting the kava ceremony after the evening boatload arrived - we did the day/night combo so were there all day. |
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Preparing our dinner. |
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The gorgeous girl dancers |
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The male dancers doing a fire dance - amazing. |
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Jill's catch - a Trevally which they took back to the hotel where it was cooked the next night for our tea. Very yummy. |
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Kurt walking along the beautiful beach. Sand was wonderful to walk on and run your toes through. |
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A couple of "cannibal warriors" who welcomed us plus our boat captain |
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Entertainment at lunch |
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We thought the guys were going to set their partners' headdresses on fire but all was well |
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Fire eater |
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He was playing with fire blind folded |
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Me - not very flattering - on the boat trip down river |
Whale's Tail Cruise to Snorkel Island
This was a wonderful last day of our holidays and a fabulous way to spend our 6th wedding anniversary
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Hi jinx on the return journey to Port Denrau. People jumping off the top deck. |
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That's us |
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Titanic style. I think we were supposed to be facing the other way but it took a lot of courage to get up there in the first place let alone turn around. |
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Captain Ahab? No just Errol. |
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Going out to look at coral on the glass bottomed boat. |
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Our ship on arrival back in port. |
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Fiji Navy ship |
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The crew entertaining us on the journey home. |
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Sail up on the journey home. |
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Captain John |
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Was trying to take a photo of the galley but this head pokes in |
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Our ship anchored at Snorkel Island |
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Snorkel Island - our home for the afternoon. Beautiful but the beach was mainly made of broken coral and a bit hard to walk on but sitting in the water was just magical |
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Another sailing ship out for the day |
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One of the many islands we passed |
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Villas at Denerau |