1) Fiji is humid. Seriously. Humid. I can’t emphasize the fact that it is humid enough. The humidity feels it’s humid. That’s how humid it is. The humidity steps outside, says, “wow, it’s humid, I need to go back in and take a nice shower.” Totally not kidding. I do have it on good authority that the humidity in Papua New Guinea is worse. Not sure if I should keep PNG on the “places to go” list.
2) For some reason everyone who finds out that I am from Hawaiʻi they say “Pakalolo!” I feel like I should change my name to pakalolo already. It really is kind of bizarre to be perfectly honest.
3) Like New Zealand, the Fijian idea of “bacon” truly sucks.
4) Port Denaurau is a trippy place. If you go there it's like you're entering another world when you cross the bridge, kind of like Dorothy got picked up by a tropical cyclone and tossed into a South Pacific Oz that's you know, different from the other Oz in the South Pacific. This Oz doesn't have kangaroos or koala's. I mean it's like take x tourist destination in the US with a harbor and plop it in the middle of farmland and houses and everything else. It reminded me of Waikoloa with a harbor squared. Maybe more.
5) The mosquitoes in Fiji are nefarious. I was warned about the mosquitoes and I took it seriously. I came armed with DEET®. There was just one problem, I covered myself with DEET® like a teenage boy who uses AXE® deodorant and it drives the school to shut down (true story, it’s happened) and I swear, the mosquitoes still bit me. All kinds of great. Not like Fiji has dengue or malaria. Oh wait, it does. Wonderful. Where’s the DDT?
6) Fiji has some truly awesome taxi drivers. Maybe it’s because they’re attached to the hotels but yeah, some of the nicest taxi drivers around.
