Greetings citizens, By occasion of my little brother getting married I had cause to go the tropical island of Fiji (well its main island Viti Levu technically) WIKI ON FIJI A quick bit of geography. South Pacific. About 3200km from Sydney, and about same latitude as Cairns. I started out from my home on the train and arrived in the big smoke of Sydney, and wrangled my way through the airport. While waiting for the plane I confirmed my bike from local (and as far as I know, only bike hire mob in Fiji, KOOL SCOOTS I bought a book to read. I started reading it as we took off and laughed myself silly, enough to cause concern to my fellow passengers until I finished it 3 1/2 hours later. Bloody funny book. The flight being over soon enough, one had to do the customs paper work. I'm pretty sure I did not have any corpses in my bag, and did Fiji have a vampire problem? I didn't have any holy water anyway. Nadi Airport, on the western side of Viti Levu. Mountains look inviting. The smoke is not from a plane crash. Will explain shortly. Cleared customs and grabbed my bag. My bike man was waiting for me in the arrival hall. Sweet. Suffice to say, the were all out of GSs and KTMs. They didn't even have KLRs. Most smaller countries have smaller bikes, so I beheld my 250cc CFMOTO Jetmax 250. All mine for about FJ$150 per day. Smaller bikes had served my well in East Timor, so I figured it could be just as fun, and no worse than a stinky bus or car. Under the seat is a cavern. It swallowed my bag whole. Bloody handy! I was underway very shortly thanks to the rental bloke. Top stuff. Cruising through suburban Nadi. Nadi to Sigatoka, where the resort my family were staying, was about 65km down the coast. I took my time as it was sunset. That first universal constant of South East Asian and Pacific road touring, the mangy, stray dog, almost brought me undone. But a bit of highway riding got allowed me to come to terms with the tiny wheels (bit quicker steering than the 19 inch on the front of a GS) and the complete lack of anything I could recognise as suspension. The bum down/cruiser seating position was transmitting everything straight to my spine. By the time I reached Sigatoka, the nearest town to the resort, I was a little thirsty. I acquired vital supplies, drinking one of the long necks then and there. No Random Breath Testing in Fiji! Fiji Gold and Fiji Bitter. FJ$11 for 3 big beers. Sweet. I checked into the lovely resort. The Outrigger on the Lagoon. Here it is, right in the lobby. Caught up with my folks and my little bro, who was getting married the next day for a few beers. I staggered to my room and passed out a few hours later. Damn you, Fiji Gold! I woke up in a King Size bed. I had been in a coma for nearly 10 hours. I also didn't have my kids crawling into bed and kicking me constantly as they do when I am home. Fookin heaven. The resort. Very resorty. It did amaze me that so many people were by the pool and everywhere else, tapping away on smart phones and iPads. Surely you could survive for a week without it? A bit windy. The wedding was wonderful. Little bro has done well with a great woman. She looked great, and we had a lovely afternoon. Sorry, no pics, but you lot would just get distracted by bridesmaids and stuff. Go and use your imagination. Spiky bastard plant.