Sunday, 26 Feb. I didn’t do much today and tomorrow I fly out, so I’ll sum up here.
Fiji was like every other island community I’ve been to. I can’t recommend it as demonstrably better than any other. I cannot recommend their island beer. The Gold is too bitter and the Bitter is way too bitter. Everyone asks how my holiday is going. I’m not sure that’s a good strategy. If the answer isn’t self-evident, there’s a problem.
Other than an hour in Auckland, I’ve been visiting lands where clocks hold little awe. (My flight from Fiji to NZ didn’t depart on time: it left early.) To be fair, when the entire world is hours behind you, why hurry? Fiji has emblazoned their view on t-shirts: “Fiji Time”. (I almost bought one for a friend. You know who you are.) To be on time is rude. I set myself a tight schedule to see as much of NZ as I could, so I can’t admit that I’ve adopted their passivity with deadlines, but it’s been fun watching the world move in slow motion.
- Best place: Milford Sound
- Best animal: Sheep, of course.
- Best small town: Glenorchy
- Best city: Tie between Christchurch and Wellington.
- Hardest thing to get accustomed to when driving on the left: Reaching for the seat belt.
- Strangest normal: One lane bridges. Very common.
- Best coast: The south coast. (It’s true; there’s a section called the Northern Southland.)
- Best drink: Monteith Apple Cider. With ice.
Next Stop: Possibly a motorcycle trip in April, but definitely Mongolia in July. Fermented Mare’s Milk. Yum. Or should I say Yak?