Fiji

So I got in around 6:30 last night, easily found my hostel shuttle driver, had some weird awkward airport conversation with aggressive taxi drivers while I was waiting for mine to come back with two British tourists, one of whom went to primary school with my good friend Dan in Bristol.

We got to the hostel, I threw my bag into a dorm room and took off in search of the Hindu temple to join the festivities for the first day of Navarathri, Festival of the Divine Mother. It turned out that the temple happened to be approximately 30 feet away from the hostel.

I got to the puja, slipped in at the back, and almost burst into tears of relief at the familiar sights, sounds and smells. In fact, I'm sure I would have if I wasn't made overly self-conscious by the 100 Indo-Fijeans staring at me blankly trying to figure out what the f*** this white woman was doing there.

Then we ate dinner after at the temple and people were impressed because I knew how to eat with my hands and I liked Indian food. Then I made a friend who gave me her cell phone number and said she would help me out...

Ooh - my sister just got back here! Yay!
Ok bye.