Would you believe it? Sitting at an internet hotspot (that serves an excellent chicken curry made by Rushni) along Sigatoka's main road. Excited to upload photos, but they're too heavy (all that jungle lushness & brilliant turquoise). Will shoot smaller bit size photos and return to Rushni's Le Cafe soon.
Amazed to find how quickly a man can adapt to the unfamiliar -- the man being me and the unfamiliar being every single thing I see every day. Skillfully navigating roads laid out by the US Army in 1942 and, apparently, left to decompose since. Knowing which kerela to pick and which to leave to ripen for seed. Sitting on a large mat made of flour bags sewn together with Indo-Fijians and Fijians drinking kava and talking for three straight nights outside the Cuvu village home of a family that has lost its only son and brother. Scrubbing off dirt beneath a cold, blood-charging shower. Walking through Sigatoka market with the panache of a local, non-plussed by scoundrels and cons.
Won't ever get used to roosters at 3 am, however.
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I miss you my darling husband...seems like you have experienced a lot more than I have in my own country.
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