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SUV-NAN-AKL Pt2 Going Troppo With Jafa39  
User currently offlineJafa39 From , joined Dec 1969, posts, RR:
Posted (7 years 3 months 1 week 2 days 9 hours ago) and read 3569 times:

I woke in the night to the sounds of a deluge of Biblical proportions; I thought something dreadful was happening as the water was making a hell of a racket, like fire hoses.

Carefully I opened the door to my room and looked into the big 4-storey courtyard that formed the inner part of the hotel building.

It was raining, not in a small way, more like a million Elephants, who, on drinking 473 pints of Lager each, had decided to use the hotel as a piss-pot.

It was hammering down, the heat from outside hit me like a wet dog as I ventured out of the air conditioned luxury of my mouldering room to take in this spectacular display of nature in the raw….and suddenly realised that I was in the raw too, what deep trauma might have been inflicted on the local female population were they to catch a glimpse of this naked white dude?

Fearing the therapy bill I might get slapped with I retreated into my room and fell asleep musing on the synchronicity of numerology, here I was, time-served a.netter and they give me room 320…….being an Andy I was toying with the idea of signing my bar tabs “A320” when sleep overcame me once more.

In the midst of some random dreams a terrible noise ripped through my consciousness once more…..WTF????? ….it was my alarm….07:30, time to face the day.

I wasn’t required until 14:30 so had the morning to myself…I threw open the windows and my glasses fogged over as the humid morning slipped through the opening and slapped me about the face with all the vigour one would expect from a new day.

I looked up and down the street,





breathed in the warm scented air and decided that a big, fat breakfast was needed to get me fit for the walk into Suva.

Bacon, eggs, fruit, juice, toast and a drink of hot vegemite had me sweating with the effort of it all, this meant a bit of a lie down was in order but after a 15 min power nap I was on my way down, in the small and rather random lift, to head out into the great unknown, armed with only a photocopied, hand-drawn map of Suva Central, a fist full of dollars and a bottle of water…….

Walking down into Suva



I became immediately acquainted with the state of the roads, many potholes and broken bits to contend with, this accounted for the seemingly random courses steered by the many taxis to be seen careering about the roads.

But this was Sunday morning and all God’s children were in church, being the spawn of Satan I had a free pass and Suva almost to myself....myself and the rest of the sinners that is.

I was looking for a particular restaurant in Caernarvon Rd, the famous “Old Mill Cottage” does the best breakfasts in Fiji but I couldn’t find it, I did however find a shocking amount of rubbish,



not just in this street but all around and it dismayed me to find the darker side of what is a popular holiday destination.

Much is said about how the recent Coup has adversely affected tourism revenue but I think the problem is not just confined to politics. Nowadays tourists have an environmental conscience to a degree hitherto unseen, not only that but the whole “Lonely Planet” mindset has moved apace with the ageing and increased wealth of the backpackers of 20 years ago, they now like to look beyond the resort façade of smiley waiters and freshly groomed beaches, to “go native” and find the “local colour”.

But what a disappointment to find that the local colour is a mosaic of plastic bags, plastic bottles, smashed beer bottles and Styrofoam takeaway containers…sorry Fiji but on your tourism report-card I shall have to put (in red ink) “Must try harder…see me” because it is very sad to see these Island Paradises drowning in their own filth while well heeled tourists party away, singing the praises of the country, oblivious to the realities just around the corner.

Down by the waters edge, I was looking to find some relief from the heat and the litter, a Fijian Dude caught up with me, complaining that it was rather cool today (WTF?????) he proceeded to give me the low-down on Suva, pointed out some good places to eat and told me how to find the markets.

After about 10 mins we were walking through a secluded area and he suddenly gave me a present, a carved warrior mask with some decorated wooden horns, he quickly carved the names of Mrs Jafa and The Boy on the horns…….and then said I had to pay for them…..

Bugger! For once you let the cynical white man guard down and you get mugged….damn! I was pissed off with myself and angry at him for tricking me, I had nothing smaller than a 50FJD note on me but at the time it was worth it to feel safe again. I turned on my heel and walked straight back to the hotel in a mood as humid as the air around me, I growled at anyone who tried to talk to me and burned with embarrassment and foolishness.

To soothe my soul I took some pics of flowers along the way





and made friends with a couple of mongrel dogs who, sunning themselves on the porch, decided that going walkies with the pale grumpy dude would be a decent sort of mission.

By the time I had circumnavigated Suva I was in less of a funk and really hungry, just time to eat and shower before Ms Roko picked me up in her Ute to take me to the govt offices for ordeal by photocopier.

That night I upgraded my room to a Deluxe Suite on the 4th floor, the best rooms in the hotel and although only what you’d expect from an average motel room in NZ, it was a considerable improvement on the previous room so I made my mark by leaving crap lying around all over the place…as us blokes are prone to do.

The rest of the week was a raging success, I used every training method known to man, pulled out all the stops and eventually got used to being called “Mr Andy” and treated with a degree of reverence, we even made the papers and the radio!!





At the end of day 5 there was a closing ceremony, I was presented with a Fiji Bitter “Stubby Cooler” and a loud “Bula Shirt”, they got my colour and my size right!



I was stoked and moved, training events are always a bit stressful, all one’s insecurities and fears have a habit of surfacing to torture and taunt but even though I re-wrote each day the night before to take into account what I had learnt about the trainees and to ensure I gave them what they both wanted and needed, I managed to get through it all without any sleepless nights or undue worrying.

High point for me though was the bush day, which I didn’t organise, I just sent a plan and my Fijian colleagues put it all together, so it was a bit of a holiday for me, rambling about in the jungle, swimming in forest pools beneath pure white waterfalls, sharing a laugh and a joke with the Fiji Posse…all good, all good mate.



I had the day to explore on the Saturday as the flights meant either a very early or a very late, departure from Nadi.

First stop was the “Old Mill Cottage” for a business breakfast with Ms Roko, (I found it eventually) and the food was everything it was cracked up to be….marvellous!

My mate Charlie didn’t turn up to show me around, he apparently got a flat tyre out in the bush on a caving trip and was stuck there for nearly 48 hours (these things happen) so I spent a few hours sitting out on the big rock breakwater at Suva Point (built during WW2 to provide a flat area for flying boats to take off and land) getting all Zen with the bright green crabs, watching the local fishermen and doing nothing in particular.







I walked most of the way back to the hotel but when I felt myself turning into powder with dehydration, caught one of the many and very cheap cabs back to the hotel where I bumped into another Fijian member of our organisation, he took me back out for a sight-seeing trip, we saw Parliament House,



fishing boats, an old run-down hotel, now an Army Barracks as I found out just after I had taken this pic,



I told my mate to “Drive and keep driving, I’m not sure if what I just did is allowed and someone saw me do it!”

So we went to see a local Rugby match for a while



Saw some nice things





It was good to see the positive side of Suva before going back to the hotel to shoot the breeze until Ms Roko came to take me to the airport.

The drive to Nausori was one of those bitter-sweet times,



I had fallen in love with the Fijian people, I had come to accept the litter and even acclimatised to the heat, having slept the last two nights without the aircon running but I was ready to go home, Sydney, Nelson, Christchurch and Fiji, all in a 3 week period had me dreaming of home cooking, no matter how good the restaurant, mass produced food just doesn’t cut it. I had phoned Mrs Jafa the previous night and declared a need for one of her home-made meat pies on my return, she graciously decided to comply, I now had the motivation I needed not to miss my flight out.

A final chat with Ms Roko and I strolled out into the night to my ATR, where, due to the following day being Mother’s Day (this is a big deal in Fiji) I found I was one of only 4 pax on the flight!

So getting sorted to take off took seconds, I spent the flight chatting with the older of the two FA’s, it turned out she had taken part in our programme back in the 80’s, so we had a good chat on the 20 min flight.

We crossed the NAN runway at about 3 or 4 thousand feet, below I could see one the Air Pac 747’s on approach, it looked rather large from that height, all flashing lights and stuff.

Banking to the left over the water I saw a brightly festooned restaurant ship and a resort or two, the bures (cottages) sitting on stilts over the water, ring fenced by a breakwater to keep it all smooth for the guests.

And then it was back into the heat and bustle of NAN, there were a lot of people checking in for LAX flights,



the check-in for NZ47 to AKL was open so I joined the queue behind a shifty looking man who seemed to have developed a knack for both appearing to be in a hurry, yet holding the queue up at the same time, he did this by standing really close to the person behind him, a long way from the person in front of him and his body positioned such that he didn’t appear to be in the line, enhanced by the fact that he was looking everywhere except in the direction of the check-in desk. I decided he was a bit loopy and tried to pass him and join the line but he stepped across me to block me…I thought there and then that he a: drove a BMW b: had an “important job” and c: was a bit of a wannabe Alpha Male….but without the necessary balls and security to be a proper one.

I christened him “Mr Nearly Queueing” and consigned him to a.net history as a grade 1 tosser.

My turn at the desk came after watching Mr Nearly Queueing complete his formalities while not actually standing in front of the counter, he stood to the side and handed his paperwork over like he was expecting a relay baton and was soooooo important he was in a hurry (for a flight that didn’t leave for 3 hours), he shot me a strange look as he strolled slowly away from the desk…….you meet some random geezers in airports, you really do.

The desk guy asked me for 50FJD excess baggage…”What? I asked, “it was only 35 in AKL and I now have less stuff”.

He explained how Air Pac and Air NZ calculate the fees differently and then said “But it doesn’t matter anyway as I’m waiving the charges”…choice!!! I added him to my “new best friend list” and skipped away to spend up my FJD’s in the duty-free shop.

On the way I had to pass through customs and an x-ray machine, the x-ray crew where really chatty and sweet, the customs guy treated me like a piece of dog-poo and I feared that maybe my shirt was causing offence but it was too late to do anything about that right now.

During the long wait for boarding I decided to convert my few remaining FJD’s into claimable expenses, I bought a last Fiji Bitter and a Spaghetti Bolognaise.

The food took ages and ages, I supped my beer, took a pic of a man who looked like a child-molester



But is probably an accountant really and noted the impressive scar on the cheek of another guy, drinking nearby, who looked like he could be Earnest Hemingway’s Rhino Hunting guide…steely blue eyes, tattooed forearms and the look of a dangerous man.

He would have difficulty being more dangerous than the Spag Boll, which was truly revolting and tasted like road kill mixed with a surfeit of tomato puree, I nearly gagged at the taste and left it on the table to inform the alleged chef of my displeasure.

After a while freshening up in the loos I braved a different food place to try the Steak Dianne Pie…yum, a lump of steak trimmed to fit a pie, with yummy sauce poured round it before being sealed with a lid of buttery pastry, even the loud American woman next to me, discussing her toilet issues, at that volume that seems to be peculiar to Menopausal American Females, couldn’t detract from my enjoyment of this pie from heaven.

As the last mouthful lingered around my tonsils the call to board through gate 3 came, I was off like a ferret up Fred Dibnah’s trousers, passport clamped in my teeth, duty free’s clinking like Marley’s Ghost out onto the walkway, eager to be in a 737 and homeward bound.

NZ47 starts in Rarotonga, and this a/c ZK-NGI is one of the few NZ 737’s to have been refitted with the new and rather flash seats, I got caught by the FA’s taking pics of them and they gave me that “Oh no! an a.nutter!!” look, I could imagine them mentally rehearsing the restraint procedure and phoning through to AKL to keep a padded cell free.



It was pissing down by this time (rains a lot in Fiji but more so on the east side, Nadi is on the western “dry” side) and a bit blowy, the refitted 737 seemed to be dimly lit and very cosy, if a trifle cramped. 111 on board, back rows reserved for FA’s (and a sick child) meant that we were pretty much stuck with our seats. I had an aisle set at the back, 21C, so was in a reasonable position.

Pushback came, we trundled out in the rain to the end of the runway, I have been through over 100 737 take offs but always NZ domestic, none of the short run and away, this was a full flight with 3 times as much fuel on board, we had a long, long run and eventually rotated, struggling into the skies through dark and turbulence.

Food came round, I was not really hungry but the ice-Cream went down well, that and a new world Cab-Sav put me into a relaxed space but I was desperate to be alone, I had been with people far too much of late, I needed some personal space, I had an idea, I locked myself into the lav, leant over onto the sink and slipped into a semi-come, happy to be alone at last, even if only for a few minutes, no demands on my time or energy, solitude, cool air and tap to wash off the grime of travelling.



Conscious of my earlier “outing” as a bit of an a.nutter I decided to go back to my seat after about 8 mins, before anyone noticed I wasn’t there. The Cab Sav had kicked in and I was back in the land of nod, woken regularly by trollies hitting my knee and people barging into my head as I lolled about in a state best described as “Moribund Whale”.
After a while I was too awake to sleep and acutely aware of how uncomfortable a full 737 can be after a couple of hours, my neck hurt, my arse ached, my back was sore and I was unsure how I would be able to drive the 65kms home at half past 1 in the morning but hoping the cool temps of an AKL night in May would revive me.

Presently “my special willy” (see Pt 1) told me that the descent into AKL had started, even from the aisle I could see through the window, getting a bit of a shock to see we were actually right over my house as we crossed the East Coast on approach….cool that, always wanted to fly over my house!

It was a clear night in AKL, the views were excellent, banking over the west coast now to line up for the runway, usually on a WLG-AKL flight, the approach is much lower, so I got to see AKL much as one sees other cities, from on high.

A bit of turbulence, a few lights in the distance, the reflection of gentle waves in Manukau Harbour and a lumpy landing brought this trip into its final act but at 01:15 it was a very short act, being last flight of the night it was all cakes and pies through the passport control, customs were very pleased that my souvenirs were all stamped to say they were properly treated against bugs and that I had cleaned my tramping boots, this inspection allows you to cut into the final x-ray line so I was outside the terminal in under 30 mins from docking with the airbridge.

Walking to the car in jandals, boardies and a loud tropical shirt I was expecting to feel freezing cold after the excesses of Fiji but no, it was a gentle, caressing breeze, just the right temperature for everything to feel like home again.

I crawled into bed at 02:30, Mrs Jafa didn’t stir but was that a faint smell of pie-making in the air?? Bless, that’s what I call a good woman!!

[Edited 2007-05-24 11:44:05]

23 replies: All unread, jump to last
 
User currently offlineNZA320 From New Zealand, joined May 2007, 162 posts, RR: 0
Reply 1, posted (7 years 3 months 1 week 2 days 8 hours ago) and read 3540 times:

Another interesting and hugely funny read. You are one of the best Trip reporters on A.net, if you where a chick I would want you to have my babies!


Hovering is for pilots who love to fly but have no place to go.
User currently offlineJafa39 From , joined Dec 1969, posts, RR:
Reply 2, posted (7 years 3 months 1 week 2 days 8 hours ago) and read 3514 times:

Quoting NZA320 (Reply 1):
if you where a chick I would want you to have my babies!

And you think I'm funny!...I shall go to bed laughing tonight...thanks bro!  Smile


User currently offlineJafa39 From , joined Dec 1969, posts, RR:
Reply 3, posted (7 years 3 months 1 week 2 days 8 hours ago) and read 3510 times:

Quoting Jafa39 (Thread starter):
semi-come

Make that semi-coma....wouldn't want you to think i did anything sordid in the bathroom  Wink


User currently onlineZKSUJ From New Zealand, joined May 2004, 7092 posts, RR: 12
Reply 4, posted (7 years 3 months 1 week 2 days 7 hours ago) and read 3480 times:

Execellent TR jafa. I like the look of the new seat in the 733. They look modern and nice although a 3 hour trip may be somewhat uncomfortable as you mentioned

User currently offlineMIAspotter From Spain, joined Nov 2001, 2758 posts, RR: 25
Reply 5, posted (7 years 3 months 1 week 1 day 22 hours ago) and read 3179 times:

Another Excellent read Mr Jafa! I always enjoy reading your reports.

I think you should publish a book with all your trip reports! and it shall be called "Jafadventures"

Quoting Jafa39 (Thread starter):
you meet some random geezers in airports, you really do.

Indeed!

Cheers

MIAspotter



I think, therefore I don´t fly Ryanair.
User currently offlineSketty222 From United Kingdom, joined Mar 2006, 1778 posts, RR: 3
Reply 6, posted (7 years 3 months 1 week 6 hours ago) and read 2851 times:

Well done Mr Jafa on another great trip report.

MIAspotter is right, you should publish a book. Im sure it would sell with every a.netter


Lee



There's flying and then there's flying
User currently offlineB747forever From Sweden, joined May 2007, 17065 posts, RR: 10
Reply 7, posted (7 years 3 months 1 week 6 hours ago) and read 2843 times:

A nice TR you have write.
The seats on the 737 seems very comfortable.



Work Hard, Fly Right
User currently offlineJafa39 From , joined Dec 1969, posts, RR:
Reply 8, posted (7 years 3 months 6 days 21 hours ago) and read 2770 times:

Quoting Sketty222 (Reply 6):
MIAspotter is right, you should publish a book.

I am currently puting them all together and doing some re-writes so i can take it round some publishing houses....watch this space but don't hold your breath....Harry Potter got rejected 27 times!


User currently offlineBAViscount From United Kingdom, joined Mar 2004, 2338 posts, RR: 4
Reply 9, posted (7 years 3 months 6 days 21 hours ago) and read 2757 times:

Yay, I'm finally back!!

And of course have enjoyed reading your trippies to foreign parts! What on earth did you do with your "warrior mask"?? I'm guessing that it doesn't have pride of place on your front room wall!! I wouldn't blame you if it found its way into the nearest bin...although judging by your pics, do they actually HAVE any of those in Suva?!?!

But hot vegemite for breakfast??? Ewwwww!!!

Andy.



Ladies & gentlemen this is Captain Tobias Wilcock welcoming you aboard Coconut Airways flight 372 to Bridgetown Barb
User currently offlineJafa39 From , joined Dec 1969, posts, RR:
Reply 10, posted (7 years 3 months 6 days 20 hours ago) and read 2753 times:

Quoting BAViscount (Reply 9):
What on earth did you do with your "warrior mask"??

I gave it to The Boy and he loved it! So not all bad (except the price!)


User currently offlineScarletHarlot From Canada, joined Jul 2003, 4673 posts, RR: 56
Reply 11, posted (7 years 3 months 5 days 2 hours ago) and read 2613 times:

Andy dear! Is that THE hat that I see in the Bula Shirt picture? Hee hee!  Smile

I am surprised that such an experienced travelller as yourself got trapped by the mask guy. How much money did you end up giving him anyway?

Congratulations on a successful training trip! Any possibility of you heading up to Canada for a DoE trip?



But that was when I ruled the world
User currently offlineMCOflyer From United States of America, joined Jun 2006, 8671 posts, RR: 15
Reply 12, posted (7 years 3 months 5 days ago) and read 2594 times:

Good TR. Please publish that book ASAP. I'm very interested. What kind of training trip did you go on?

Hunter



Never be afraid to stand up for who you are.
User currently offlineJafa39 From , joined Dec 1969, posts, RR:
Reply 13, posted (7 years 3 months 4 days 22 hours ago) and read 2574 times:

Quoting ScarletHarlot (Reply 11):
Andy dear! Is that THE hat that I see in the Bula Shirt picture?

Of course.....the only time I don't wear it is when working on my cars or boat or fishing  Smile

Quoting ScarletHarlot (Reply 11):
How much money did you end up giving him anyway?

About 28USD which is $45NZD or $50FJD, not a fortune but it was worth about half that.

Quoting ScarletHarlot (Reply 11):
Any possibility of you heading up to Canada for a DoE trip?

Canada comes under the Americas Region and they're scared of me up there as they do "relaxation exercises" at their training events and they make you take your tie and shoes off. When I told them that in NZ no-one would turn up with a tie on and at least one or two would not be wearing shoes...well, their training guru crossed herself and treated me like I was a mad dog for the rest of the week!

So, no...probably not for a while eh?  Wink

Quoting MCOflyer (Reply 12):
What kind of training trip did you go on?

I am one of the Regional Trainers, I ran a 5 day training for new co-ordinators of the International Award for Young People. This included re-training some of the Ministry of Youth staff. It was designed to diversify the types of young people engaging with the Duke of Edinburgh's Award Programme (Known as DEAP in Fiji), which to date has only been running in schools there, they wanted to get more youth groups (especially rural ones) involved.

I'm working on the book as and when I can find the time  Smile


User currently offlineSketty222 From United Kingdom, joined Mar 2006, 1778 posts, RR: 3
Reply 14, posted (7 years 3 months 4 days 20 hours ago) and read 2537 times:

Quoting Jafa39 (Reply 8):
I am currently puting them all together and doing some re-writes so i can take it round some publishing houses....watch this space but don't hold your breath....Harry Potter got rejected 27 times!

Harry Potter is absolute shite compared to these  Wink

Lee



There's flying and then there's flying
User currently offlineScarletHarlot From Canada, joined Jul 2003, 4673 posts, RR: 56
Reply 15, posted (7 years 3 months 4 days 16 hours ago) and read 2495 times:

Quoting Jafa39 (Reply 13):
the only time I don't wear it is when working on my cars or boat or fishing

You wear it in the shower? You wear it to bed?  Wink

Quoting Jafa39 (Reply 13):
Canada comes under the Americas Region and they're scared of me up there as they do "relaxation exercises" at their training events and they make you take your tie and shoes off. When I told them that in NZ no-one would turn up with a tie on and at least one or two would not be wearing shoes...well, their training guru crossed herself and treated me like I was a mad dog for the rest of the week!

Well, that is full of poo. Where are they located? Back east, I assume? Out west you could get away with that, no problem at all. On Friday I had a pedicure and my toenails are now green and blue. Here this gets very little attention, but I'm off to New Jersey next week for work, and my coworkers will be rather scandalized by these strange colours. Of course, in Seattle you can wear fleece to the opera and nobody cares.

They don't do the Duke of Edinburgh program in the States, do they?



But that was when I ruled the world
User currently offlineAirlineBrat From United States of America, joined Jan 2005, 652 posts, RR: 0
Reply 16, posted (7 years 3 months 4 days 13 hours ago) and read 2466 times:

Finally got to read the second installment. Your prose and comical observations make a great read.

The great deluge aka raining, no make that pouring elephants and rhinos reminds me of the monsoon rains on Koh Phi Phi in southwestern Thailand. After 5 minutes of heavy crosswinds and crashing palm fronds that scare the shite out of you, it pours heavier than Yosemite Falls during the spring.

Ah the touts, guess they are an international phenomenon. After a day or two in Thailand, I froze every time I heard a tout see me, smile, and ask me.... 'Where you from?' or 'Where you go?'... followed by a heavy sell by a certain Mr Soandso who tries to convince me to get fitted for a poorly made 'Armani' suit... only to fall apart before I am able to show it to the customs agent when I return to the US.

I think that Mr Clicky Pen is the best character during your adventures. The people that drive me nuts are the ones walking too slowly in front of you only to stop dead in their tracks for no reason. They seemingly know what direction you are going to try to pass them so they will cut you off before you are successful in getting in front of them. If you pull a quick changeup basketball move and pass them on the other side, they still sense your intent and are able to once again cut you off. At that point, you retreat to the stalker formation until they stop dead in their tracks a second time and you are able to pass them safely. Those folks are often young parents with kids or middle aged business women walking with extreme purpose while wearing a complete wardrobe purchased at Nordstroms with a Starbucks beverage in one hand and a cell phone up to their ear in the other.



I'm leavin on a jet plane. Don't know when I'll be back again....
User currently offline3201 From , joined Dec 1969, posts, RR:
Reply 17, posted (7 years 3 months 4 days 12 hours ago) and read 2444 times:

Quoting AirlineBrat (Reply 16):

I think that Mr Clicky Pen is the best character during your adventures. The people that drive me nuts are the ones walking too slowly in front of you only to stop dead in their tracks for no reason. They seemingly know what direction you are going to try to pass them so they will cut you off before you are successful in getting in front of them. If you pull a quick changeup basketball move and pass them on the other side, they still sense your intent and are able to once again cut you off. At that point, you retreat to the stalker formation until they stop dead in their tracks a second time and you are able to pass them safely. Those folks are often young parents with kids or middle aged business women walking with extreme purpose while wearing a complete wardrobe purchased at Nordstroms with a Starbucks beverage in one hand and a cell phone up to their ear in the other.

Don't forget that when you DO manage to get past people like this, they're sure to loudly say something like, "oh, so SOMEONE is in a hurry today" and act all condescending as if they're better than you by not moving at a reasonable speed. It's even worse when they're holding up the security line.


User currently offlineJafa39 From , joined Dec 1969, posts, RR:
Reply 18, posted (7 years 3 months 4 days 10 hours ago) and read 2426 times:

Quoting ScarletHarlot (Reply 15):
You wear it in the shower? You wear it to bed?

No, Mrs Jafa makes me wear a different hat in bed  Wink

Quoting ScarletHarlot (Reply 15):
They don't do the Duke of Edinburgh program in the States, do they?

They do, its called the Young Americans Award and they are sooo over David Bowie comments  Smile

In Canada they call it the Young Canadians Award I believe...we are a stunningly original bunch as in NZ we call it the Young New Zealanders' Challenge.

Quoting AirlineBrat (Reply 16):
The people that drive me nuts are the ones walking too slowly in front of you only to stop dead in their tracks for no reason

Especially in supermarkets where it gives me "Trolley Rage"...


User currently offlineNZ747 From New Zealand, joined Dec 2004, 967 posts, RR: 4
Reply 19, posted (7 years 3 months 4 days 10 hours ago) and read 2425 times:

Again an excellent report JAFA, shame about the suva dude who took advantage of you. They are worse in Nadi, where they will take you to a dodgy looking shop then take you out back for you to hand over your wallet and watch.

Suva is a very different side of Fiji that most happy go lucky tourists fail to see its dirty existence.

NZ747


User currently offlineJafa39 From , joined Dec 1969, posts, RR:
Reply 20, posted (7 years 3 months 4 days 9 hours ago) and read 2410 times:

Quoting NZ747 (Reply 19):
They are worse in Nadi, where they will take you to a dodgy looking shop then take you out back for you to hand over your wallet and watch.

Thanks for the heads-up.....I'll remember that when i go back!


User currently offlinePilotdude09 From Australia, joined May 2005, 1777 posts, RR: 4
Reply 21, posted (7 years 3 months 4 days 6 hours ago) and read 2380 times:

Quoting Jafa39 (Reply 18):
No, Mrs Jafa makes me wear a different hat in bed

 rotfl 

Another top notch report  Smile

Always look forward to another one of JAFA39's adventures  Smile



Qantas, Still calling Australia Home.........
User currently offlineNoelg From , joined Dec 1969, posts, RR:
Reply 22, posted (7 years 2 months 3 weeks 2 days 21 hours ago) and read 2184 times:

Boo!

Quoting Jafa39 (Thread starter):
I christened him “Mr Nearly Queueing” and consigned him to a.net history as a grade 1 tosser.

There are a lot of those here mate - always annoys me when they are the opposite too (particularly in supermarkets) - stand about 10 miles back as their shopping is right up at the front of the checkout belt, and we're struggling to stack pints of milk, joints of meat, eggs, flour all in a tiny space because he's not moved forward!!

Quoting Jafa39 (Thread starter):
he food took ages and ages, I supped my beer, took a pic of a man who looked like a child-molester

He looks like my boss!!  Wink And we call him a child molestor too!  Wink

Quoting Jafa39 (Thread starter):
Conscious of my earlier “outing” as a bit of an a.nutter

You sad, sad man! I mean taking photos of food is one thing but taking photos of the toilets?  Wink

(oh wait, I've done that too - scrub that last comment!  Smile

I now crown you an "Anal A.nut"!  Wink


User currently offlineJafa39 From , joined Dec 1969, posts, RR:
Reply 23, posted (7 years 2 months 3 weeks 2 days 19 hours ago) and read 2172 times:

Quoting Noelg (Reply 22):
Boo!

Good to see you back in the land of the living (you call this living?) Mr G. Hope the effort at upgrading your qualifications pays off with a nice job in NZ.


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