Eight days since my toes last sunk into Sigatoka Valley mud. Took a last walk to the river with the dogs last Monday before shoving off for Nadi. Here's what it looked like.
Brownie makes himself comfortable ... maybe too comfortable ... in a freshly turned field.
Fijian songbird.
Unlike barren & bone-dry Australia, Fiji was overgrown & moist.
Sigatoka River is the eastern boundary of Nana's farm.
Raja, Brownie & Hunter wait to see if I'll move toward the river ...
... when I do, into the water they leap.
Steady rain turned former tire tracks into knee-high bush.
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