Saturday, November 7, 2009

Live from Fiji...



11/6/2009

He said:
Greetings from Auckland! As I write this we have successfully made the trip from Fiji to Auckland. Having had a few days distance, I can more effectively reflect and relate the details of our adventures. First and foremost, I should tell that Fiji is EXPENSIVE! When we initially booked our flight, we decided on Fiji on a whim. Most of the flights that we found went through Fiji anyway, so we decided to make a pit-stop. A 15 day pit-stop. Little did we know (or research), that Fiji is no cheap date. In fact, very basic accommodation was about $80.00 U.S. Our initial plan was to stay at medium range places and explore the country...uh good luck with that. There is no such thing as medium in Fiji. Your choices are backpacker (20 bed-dorms), or uber-resorts. So our initial spot was a beautiful island resort in the Mamanuca Island chain. It was one of two places on the island. Usual hotel amenities (pool, bar, activities), but with a hefty price tag for food. The interesting thing that we noticed was the service. There is a palpable English training to the accommodation and it feels a bit awkward to be a “rich” tourist once again exploiting a third-world country. However, the physical setting of the island was stunning. The sky is painfully blue, the weather was perfect and we went snorkeling several times which was great. On one trip, I was lucky enough to see a sea snake. I was cruising alonge foot snake! Trying to be casual, I tried to swim away...checking back where the snake was, I noticed... ”hmmmm that’s weird, it looks like it’s swimming my way!” Yup...following me. I kicked on the afterburner, swallowed about a gallon of sea water and nearly drown but escaped without conflict.
After the islands, we went back to the mainland of Vitu Levu and rented a car. We travelled first south to the capital of Suva. SUCKED! As a result of the difficult economy/big city/ whatever else, the city is full of con artist. The scheme goes like this: They approach you with apparently friendly intentions, try to force feed you some “help” (i.e. directions, information, etc...) then they pull a souvenir our of their backpack and try to carve your name in it before you can refuse it so they can force you to purchase it. Aside from that, it felt like another big city. We were in and out in 45 minutes and off to the north of the mainland.
The north was full of beautiful mountain ranges, sugar cane fields and incredibly friendly people. This was by far my favorite part of the trip. It was very interesting to see the combination of peoples who have found themselves in this country. There is a trio of Pacific Islanders, Indians, and recent emigrants. The indians and the Fijians were both brought as slaves. It was unexpected to see such a large Indian culture alive and well in Fiji. Many of these Indians were from the untouchable sect of the Indian Caste system, and have since tried to return to their mother country. But as we heard, they were treated so poorly, they have since returned to Fiji.
After the north, we went to another island chain for our final four days. The Yasawas are very mountainous and rugged but also very beautiful. We stayed at a mixed backpacker/resort which was all-inclusive style as they do in Mexico. The result was a forced summer camp for adults. It was a bit weird with little to do as it was raining so we found ourselves counting the seconds until the next meal was served. We met some nice folks though and had a good time getting to know a bunch of Aussies and Canadiens.
Overall, Fiji was a bit outside of what we expected. I am glad we saw it, but I’m not sure I would return. I did want to mention as a side note, that Summer was shocked by how attractive the guys in Fiji were. All super active and athletic, it was funny to catch her peeping as we drove past the Rugby fields. In most countries, the shoe is on the other foot. It’s always weird the things that you find when you travel! Can’t wait to get on to New Zealand. Will write more soon and let you know how things are.

She said:

Life in Fiji-
Our “holiday” officially began in Fiji with the warm sun, the islands, the blue-green ocean, the white beaches, the “Fiji time” lifestyle; clearly a dream vacation for most but a shock to the system for Jesse and I. Shear panic engulfed me as our boat pulled up to our first island, Tokoriki, the northern most island in the Mamanuca Island chain. Even though it was the most beautiful setting I have ever seen, I was terrified of the idea of being isolated on the one island. “Really, there is nothing else here?” I questioned, ‘what are we going to do with ourselves for 6 nights?” “Relax!” I reminded myself. Relaxing, however did not come easy and before I knew it Jesse and I were attempting to hike around the entire island! Our frenetic energy was slow to dissipate but when it did we seemed to fall into the deep slumber of island life; reading, sleeping, laying in the sun, the occasional swim in the pool/ocean. Yes, I timidly re-entered the ocean. Snorkeling in the deep, clear waters in awe of the amazing coral and plentiful fish.... and no sting rays!!! Okay, I didn’t last that long in the ocean but at least I went in a few times! The 6 nights on Tokoriki island ended up flying by and before I knew it the boat was returning us to the main island, Viti Levu. Jesse and I ended up renting a car and headed to the southern coast of Viti Levu, “the Coral Coast.” How great it felt to be on the road and free to do whatever we pleased. However, on the main island we were quickly reminded that Fiji is a third world country, a very poor country. Our drive took us through village after village of poverty but not slums of despair. Rather the opposite, a vibrant sense of community, family and sincere happiness. This is something I have always found true in third world countries and it makes you wonder the true meaning of a meaningful life. We made our way from Nadi to Suva (the capital) and had a very short visit. We were quickly targeted as the tourists and hustled left and right. The air was humid and heavy, the dirtiness of the city apparent and being confronted around every corner we left after about 45 minutes. Disclaimer: this was a rarity for us. Besides Suva our experiences with the Fijians were either indifferent or amazingly friendly, acknowledging us a Bula (hello) everywhere we went.
We then made our way up north, to the “Sun Coast” and stayed in RakiRaki. The north is drastically different then the south and is beautiful with its large farms of sugar cane, mountain ranges and incredible views of the ocean. As the land changed so did the people. There is more of a presence of the Indo-Fijians in the north. When arriving in Fiji I was shocked to find that Indians make up about 40% of the population. These Indo-Fijians were more apparent in the cities (the entrepreneurs) or the Hindi Indians that worked the fields. We stayed in the north for two nights and then headed back out to the islands, this time to the Yasawa Island chain and to Waya Island. Our last four nights were spent at the Octopus resort or rather “the summer camp for adults” we ended up naming it. With the rain, scheduled meals and activities I wanted to hide in our bure and never come out. Being accidently upgraded to the honeymoon bure didn’t help in making me want to come out either! Although this place was not a place that I would normally seek out, it did have some memorable moments. I had my first Kava experience with the welcoming ceremony. Kava is a root that is made into liquid tasting like muddy water. It is a drink drunk by Fijians (rather then alcohol) and used in Fijian ceremonies. It is customary to drink the bowl full of Kava in one gulp, return the bowl to the Chief and then clap three times. Its immediate effects are a numbing of your lips and mouth. It is a narcotic that causes numbing throughout the body with large consumptions. We also met some great people with this stay, Canadians, Aussies, more Aussies and more Canadians!
Reflecting back on our Fiji trip I want to say it was wonderful and I am happy that I experienced as much of Fiji as we did. There are many issues that left a distaste in my mouth; socially, politically, the white mans’ wealth and exploitation of the Fijian culture has me questioning our right to monopolize with our tourism. We suck...?

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Hey everyone! We have arrived in Auckland and will be posting our Fiji blogs soon. But we have finally worked out sharing the slideshows of our photos. So for you non-computer savvy relatives, here's what to do. Copy and paste this link into your web browser (that's the www. part up above) http://www.flickr.com/photos/vanderhj/sets/72157622731103680/show/ this should show you all our Fiji pictures. Please feel free to comment so we know who's checkin' up on us! Miss you all.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

PHOTO'S FROM LEAVING P-TOWN!!!!!!

he said
http://www.flickr.com/photos/7901359@N02/ CHECK THESE OUT...YOU HAVE TO CUT AND PASTE THE ADDRESS, I STILL HAVEN'T FIGURED OUT THE BEST WAY TO SHOW PICTURES. WE MISS ALL OF YOU TERRIBLY ALREADY!

Out of the U.S.

He said
10/20-Live from Amanuca, Fiji

After nearly 24hours of relatively painless travel, we have settled in the Fijian island chain of the Mamanuca’s. Incredibly beautiful, around 20-30 miles off the mainland. It’s a bit surreal to finally be “on our adventure”. So much build-up, so many goodbyes, and many forms of drama led up to what was basically an uneventful journey across the pacific. Now that we arrived, we are faced with our usual dilemma: relaxing. So much frenetic energy spent to get to a place where the main focus becomes doing nothing. Or some version of nothing. Such a great feeling, but particularly for me will take some adjustment. It’s easy to blame this manic state on the fast past of life in the U.S. comparatively, but in reality it is obvious that the responsibility lies inward. Within the first two hours, Summer and I find ourselves struggling to sit still. The next two weeks will be nothing if not an exercise in mind control and the ability to let go. The amount of stimulation we subject ourselves to at home is functional for the pace, but is not something that provides a good backdrop for relaxation. It will be a welcome change to have no escape from nothing. Reading, writing, sleeping, and other often neglected activities are forced to take forefront as a result of lacking alternatives. No work, dogs, house work, movies, t.v. for distraction. The one change from previous trips with the same mission however, is the lack of anxiety associated with a “less stimulating” environment. Usually the anxiety caused by a lack of distraction act symbiotically and exacerbates the drive to move. But this time (and thus far), this seems easier to escape. Perhaps the months of preparation, or maybe the utter lack of alternative will force me/us to confront this and SLOW DOWN! These journal entries will hopefully serve as part of the treatment as well as evidence of the cure. Other evidence to watch for will be: a higher smile to frown ratio, increased beer consumption, a change in overall skin tone (from halibut to salmon in my case), and an increase in creative output. If these factors are steadily rising, then we can continue to toe the same line. Otherwise, adjustment will need to be made. I’m excited for the coming days and the lack of knowing what they will bring!

She said
Upon leaving for our trip I have been filled with so many emotions; excitement to fear, stomach sickening anxiety to pure elation.... leaving me bewildered, crying one minute, liberated the next. A nonsensical calm to a frenzy of nerves. I am leaving so much behind, halting a life that i have created and i love but one by one I let go-
one car sold, the second sold without a second thought, job successfully completed, house rented, student loans deferred, gym membership, cell phone contract cancelled, ties cut from a world demanding the ownership of material possessions, a life expected. i walk away without remorse and feel liberated. Who made these rules anyway?
But with liberation, sadness creeps in as goodbyes to loved ones are said.....nothing breaks your heart more. As i said my last goodbyes I am quickly reminded there isn’t much more to life then the people you love, hesitating I question the reason of wanting to leave? Why can I not settle? What provokes the need in me to explore? Why am I afraid of the mundane, why do I become depressed with the routine, will I always be this way? questions aside and with hopes of traveling for all the right reasons, my stomach bloated with nerves, Jesse and I board the Air Pacific 747 airplane that will be our vessel for the next 10 hours. Anticipating our cramped economy seats, our worries are quickly alleviated to find that our seats are in the emergency aisle and we have more leg room then first class! Coyly smiling at one another like we had planned it this way the whole time we gladly took our seats. Next we are given a bag of goodies from the steward..... not only a blanket and a pillow, but a toothbrush, toothpaste, an eye mask, and even socks.....this is definitely not an American airline! Before we know it, we are in the air. Dinner is served, and Jesse and I cheers to our first Fijian beer! As Jesse’s hoodie goes up and my eye mask down, our hands lock, and we pass out comfortably for the next 9 hours only to be awoken by the few bumpy patches in the sky. By far the best flight i have ever experienced! Upon exiting the plane my nerves are rapidly alleviated (stomach flat but ankles huge....serious CANKLE ALERT!) as a child-like giddiness consumes me. I breath in the Fijian air and am quickly reminded of why I love traveling. i am bombarded with all the new smells, sounds, and different faces dancing before me.....smiling up to Jesse I know we have made the right choice.

The first of many...

he said...
10/03/2009

Two weeks until we set off on a year long adventure. Last night we celebrated our going away as well as my 31st birthday. The anti-climatic nature of a meaningless age was superseded by a very bitter sweet goodbye. Painful though it can be, it was so great to see so many great people gathered to help us take the leap into the unknown. Too many milestones at once overwhelm me. I am filled with many different emotions that get in each others way as they fight for my mind.
I am predictably excited...excited for a new place, excited for a different view, and excited to grow into the next stage of my life. After the excitement recedes some form of fear will begin its insidious creep. It lacks focus but needs none to reap its damages. Unfocused, anxious...these are the marks left shortly behind. I know when these take hold there is some underlying fear that I’m struggling with. That’s how I feel now. I try to avoid these thoughts as they are generally non-productive but it does seem the things I work hardest to keep out are the easiest to access and fall back upon. How will we get along? Am I doing this for the right reasons? Will money be an issue? The reassuring side of my being quickly and unhesitatingly affirms “It will all be fine, it will all work out”. But this is only said until it doesn’t work out. This part I hasten to move past because again it does nothing.
I can’t wait to adjust to a new pace of life. Wether due to exploring a new country, a change in occupation (or lack there of), or some still unidentified direction that will guide us, I anxiously await this fateful turn. I have such strong urge to escape my “routine”. Even those of us who say we hate routine still relish in our own supposed lack; even if they amount to repetitive behaviors to escape a routine. Change a job, go on a trip. I want to make sure these are steps in a positive direction and not just a new one. At what point will I feel ready to “settle down”? Does this have to be something I dread? Do I have to become less interesting/interested as part of this process? The part of me that is so committed to apathy or laziness wonders if doing nothing is better than doing the wrong thing. Maybe instead of avoiding routine, it’s more about searching for inspiration.