Was most disturbed to see a mugging done in broad day-light.. outside the FIT hostel gates… this man was being assaulted by two fijian youths dressed in dark clothing.. huge jackets and one with a beanie to hide his face I’m sure.. Joana, her Nau and I were on our way to town on the bus to run some errands. The bus must have startled them because they both ran off and I saw one of them with a knife… this isn’t the Fiji I know… it’s a show of desperate times.. I don’t feel so safe walking home alone anymore.. this was done just down the street from where we live.

Am guest blogging on here and will be popping in now and then to ramble.. while I have my own site that has been neglected for almost a year.. this seems easier to do.. lol..

Well that’s it from me tonight… I have a long night of wow ahead of me.. wewt wewt

We spent the whole week in Vuda. What a nice break from Work and Suva.

Vara and Joana have been here since Friday last week. I came in during the week. We managed to get down to the beach, and swim for a while. Vara and Robbie had taken the lead, behind them, Joana and I nearly got lost trying to find a new path to the beach. The whole time Joana was saying - it’s kokay. I’m not sure who she was trying to reassure, me or herself. I don’t blame her, she was on my shoulders and I was lost in tall grass. If there happened to be an onlooker all they would have seen is Joana floating above the grass. Would have made quite a perculiar sight.

It’s approaching mango season again and the mago trees in the compound here are heavy with mostly green mangoes. The night I got here, which was around 12PM ’cause I caught the last Viti Minibus from Suva, a mango nearly fell on my head. I had told the Minibus driver to just drop me off at the turn in, and there I was walking along with absolute nonchalance when suddenly there was a loud thud right next to me that made me jump right out of my skin. It took me half a second to realize it was a mango, but too late, the mango had already skinned me - pwned.

We made a swing for Joana in the tree at the back of the house. She loves it so much you kind of get tired of pushing her while shes on the swing talking away, naming the objects around her - bird, tree, tractor. Yeah, tractor, they plowed the whole field by the house that Simon is developing. Joana and I took some sandwiches that Tiare and Vara had made over to the tractor drivers and Joana was quite facinated with the burnt sugarcane, plowed earth, tractors and all. Yesterday she was asking for the tractors again.

Well, Steven probably wants to get on and play some WOW, so I’ll get off.