This is a photo essay and a bit of musing on my first real travel experience, in the South Pacific country of Fiji.
One day I’ll go back to Fiji. Maybe I’ll stay in a resort and have a stereotypical Fiji holiday. My first trip there was the opposite of that. Vanua Levu is Fiji’s second largest island and the flight there from Nadi on a tiny Sunflower Airlines plane was bumpy and ‘exciting’.
Memories of Fiji
Landing on the tiny airstrip at Savusavu while looking over the shoulder of the pilot was even more breathtaking. Savusavu is a centre for the sugar and copra industries and also draws sailors and divers. It’s a tumbleweed sort of a place as you can see from the main drag:
Exploring further along the coast and into the interior I saw how real Fijians live and delighted in their welcoming cries of “Bula”!
Village lads skipped up coconut trees to pick us fruit, which they quickly prepared for drinking with a machete.
Looking back, this trip has impacted profoundly on all my subsequent travel.
Getting to know local people, understanding how few possessions are necessary for happiness, being excited about our beautiful, beautiful world…
Learning how it is possible to relate to people who’s lives are so different to mine, and what a rich gift it is to receive their hospitality.
Seeing how a country is more than just the photos in the travel brochures. I want to make the pages of the atlas real, not just see the sights. On further reflection, maybe I’ll never stay in a resort in Fiji. I think Vanua Levu has spoilt me for that.
By Natasha von Geldern
Have you been to Fiji? Do your holiday photos look anything like these?