By Barbara Stitzer for boomeryearbook.com
I am not a roughin’ it kind of gal. My idea of camping is a five star hotel whose room service is down for the day. If I don’t travel in absolute, unfettered luxury, I would rather not go. So when our plane landed in Wakaya, Fiji, and someone slapped a mosquito off my leg before it stung me, I started getting a really good feeling.
I couldn’t have been more right. Our Bure, or little house, was the epitome of luxury, resplendent with outdoor shower, 1200 thread count sheets, a giant living room, and a little glass jar of homemade cookies that got replenished by the cookie fairies as any single one cookie was eaten. But that was just the tip of the iceberg. Our service people, Filo and Lemba, were superb. The first morning at breakfast, they served a little fruit cup topped with a single lychee. I love lychee more than life itself, but it’s almost impossible to get them fresh in the U.S. mainland, so when I saw the lychee, I freaked out and promptly tried to steal Buzz’s plump, tasty morsel. My husband loves his food, so a little tussle ensued. Filo noticed, and every day sent a plane and lychee pickers to get more for me.
One night, I slept through dinner, and they brought one of every single thing on their menu to tempt me. We ate every morsel, of course. The food was utterly amazing. To help keep our weight in check, we hit the immaculate tennis courts where pro, John/Charlie, (we’re not sure of his name…he answered, unfailingly politely, to both), played brilliantly while somehow still managing to let us win every time, even at croquet, of which, he is a national champion, and we, most definitely, are not. Then he brought us icy towels to wipe the sweat off with, and massaged our shoulders while we drank our fresh-squeezed fruit juices.
Buzz wanted to sing and play ukulele with the band…no problem. I wanted to take pictures in the village…in their church on Sunday; done. We went deep sea fishing with Panna, chief of the village, “Panna catch big fish”, he said, winking, and wouldn’t you know, just when I was at that point where you either have to catch a fish or hurl over the side, I caught a marlin, and five seconds later, Buzz caught a barracuda. Upon our return, the entire village came and sang songs of praise to us.
The highlight of the trip was our private picnic, where they took us by jeep to the other side of the island, dropped us off with a radio and all of our favorite foods and drinks which they had just observed, and we spent the day on our private island within a private island doing, ummm, private things, of course.
If you go, bring school supplies for the kids. They love it!
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