Sigatoka is normally crowded with locals on Saturdays, some on the sidewalk peddling piles of home-grown produce, others spending 'paysa' in Indo-Fijian-owned shops. Today sees an onslaught of tourists, mostly sunburnt and fat, as school holidays have commenced in Australia. Le Cafe was empty an hour ago when I took my usual window seat and chatted with Roshni but it's now busy with tourists in search of a decent cuppa and fish 'n' chips.The photo above was taken Monday in a small boat on the way to a reef off the coast of Rakiraki. Snorkeled for 2 hours ... typically transcendental. Saw a large sea turtle and a billion floating crystals commonly called 'fish'. Chanced upon a lovely, lagoon-side place called Sega Na Lega late Sunday afternoon and stayed for 3 nights in a bure that was quieter, more private and half the price of the Wananavu Resort up the dirt road. Circumnavigated Vitu Levu but for a detour into the Nausori Highlands, an adventure I'll document in a future post. The ride Sunday from Nausori to Rakiraki was a thrill ride through dairy farms, mountains, rainforests, speed-bumped villages and a work-in-progress 'highway' that was like a water-slide molded out of mud. Gave a lift to a Sigatoka cop during the ride 'home' to the farm Wednesday night just before the skies opened (again) and everything brown turned to gravy.
Extended my stay until Tuesday morning. So much has happened since my return ... not nearly enough time to reflect. Just taking notes and snapping photos. Here's more from last Monday.
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