This blog is posted mostly everyday when we take a break from our usual retired Life as former full-time RVer's and travel overseas.

Monday, November 30, 2015

Navini, Day One


We had a bit of a problem last night. We arrived just before the evening meal, and it was after dark before we headed back to our bure. Unfortunately neither of us could remember exactly where it was. We looked and looked but couldn’t find it, which is a hard thing to do on an island that takes less than 10 minutes to walk all the way around it. Just as we had given up ever finding it, Linda spotted a pair of pants on a bed in a bure that had the door open. They were hers and the bure was ours. Linda was a very happy girl as I don’t think she was looking forward to sleeping on the sand with coconuts falling and crabs crawling around. Since that night she has never let me forget that I’m totally incompetent when it comes to navigating the pathways of the island. Lost Bob.




Unfortunately, finding my way around the island isn’t the only thing I’m incompetent at. Thankfully I landed on all fours when I fell out the other side. No photos, Linda was laughing too hard. It’s pretty obvious that I don’t have any south seas island blood in me.




We had to ask. They’re hermit crab tracks and they are all over the place.




Fresh papaya. Linda simply adores fresh papaya. Linda is a happy girl.




The view from the dining area. No windows, no screen. No bugs.




Nothing like weaving a basket from a section of palm frond to start the day.




Just let me say it was a lot harder to do than Linda made it appear to be.




The baskets were supposed to look like the one the pretty lady beside me made. In the end everyone praised my ingenuity in weaving Navini’s first ever wine bottle basket. Outside the Box Bob.




Our bure has a bedroom, a bathroom with a Jacuzzi, a spacious living room, a kitchen/wet room area though with no cooking appliance, a large patio to the side and a porch facing the water. Jalousie windows for cross ventilation abound, and with the highs in the 80’s and lows in the 70’s, we are comfortable day and night.




Beachcomber Linda.




Water Dude Bob.




Linda made sure to keep an eyen on my while she rested in the shade of our palapa.




Rather than plunge right into the ocean depths, Linda suggested I first spend time practicing my snorkeling in shallow water.




I just don’t think my glasses will fit him. You have to love those little and sometimes not so little guys.




We’re not exactly sure what the are, but the grow all around the island. I just a few short hours we’ve come to realize that Navini truly is a place where one must take time to slow down smell the flowers. As they say, there is time and then there is Fiji time.


Linda snorkel update: She who detests water in her face donned mask and snorkel today. Sitting in the shallow water she put her face in the water, then later used the snorkel to breath. It may not seem like much to some people, but believe me, for Linda this was a quantum leap forward. That girl really does want to see reef fish and coral. Awesome Linda. Proud Bob.

Sunday, November 29, 2015

On to Fiji Today


To much fun. We’re having too much fun for me to write, but write I must so I will try to get caught up over the next several days.




A photo of the clock beside the bed very early this morning. This was the time all the rest of the tour group was leaving the hotel for the airport. Linda and I weren’t leaving the hotel until after 10 AM, so this must have been a case of tour empathy on my part. Either that, or I am just plain weird. Weirdly Empathetic Bob.




This sign has been every hotel room we have stayed in. Linda also reads item (C) out loud, laughing when she comes to part about horses. I guess farm girls have their own sense of humor.




Waiting across the street from the hotel for the Airport Flyer Bus.




Where the Airport Flyer flew right past the stop with out even slowing down. I was told that if necessary I was to jump out in front of the next bus to get it stop. Luckily for me the next bus stopped when we and three other would be passengers waved our arms like crazy as he came around the corner. Non-flattened Bob.




At airport I noticed two gigantic eagles hanging from the ceiling that I hadn’t seen when we arrived a few days ago. Only this time I know what they are, and now I’ve got to read the Lord of the Rings trilogy simply because The Hobbit was totally awesome. It’s just that I don’t know whether to blame or thank Roger for this predicament.




South end of an eagle heading north. They are really huge and very life like.




We now know this be Gollum. Oh don’t we precious.




Leaving on a jet plane.




Leaving on a boat.



Navini, our home for the next two weeks.




Beachfront living, our bure is behind Linda. As we oohed and ahed over our good fortune, we realized it is tough living this way, but someone has to do it, and hopefully we are up it .

Saturday, November 28, 2015

Our Final Tour day


Why is it that the elevators in some hotels prove to be such a challenge. Linda has no problems, but I sure do. We are on the 21st floor, breakfast is on the 17th floor. So why is it when I got on the elevator on the 17th floor yesterday morning after eating breakfast I went to the 22nd floor then to the lobby and finally to the 21st floor. Lost Bob.


Two nights ago all 14 of us crammed into this elevator. It would go down a few floors, the door would open a few inches and close, then it would go up a few floors and repeat the same thing. Finally on one of the stops someone pried open the door, and even though the elevator was several inches below the level of the floor we all piled out. From then on, as the photo shows,  only half the group ever got on an elevator at the same time. Could it be I am elevator jinxed?


Sign down by the harbor. I really like what it says. Someday Isle isn’t on our list of places to go.


Want to jump in the harbor, here is the place to do it.


No belly flops allowed.


Some things defy being described. This is one of them.


And just when you didn’t think it could get any worse a video of those same people shows up.


Linda back to normal. A 100% merino wool sweater for each of us.


She hardly ever takes any photos me, but when she does…. She said it was a photo of me dozing off. I prefer to think of it as a photo of me contemplating my joey.


It was time to say goodbye to new friends.




The latest in fashionable women’s shoes.


And not to leave out the men.


I’ll sign off  with a photo of Colleen showing of the latest windblown Wellington hair style look, and words: “A fabulous time was had by all.”

Friday, November 27, 2015

A Windy Wellington Day


With the usual high winds predicted for Wellington today, Linda was busy battening down the laces before we headed out this morning. During the day no shoe laces were blown off, but as to her hair, that was another story.

Today being Friday in New Zealand, it was Thanksgiving Day Thursday back in the States. I couldn’t find a turkey to photograph, so this Christmas tree Linda saw will have to do.


Photo by Linda. Don’t ask because I don’t have a clue.


Even the Wellington sign on the hill above town alludes to the Windy Wellington.


Next it was a visit to Weta Cave. We had no clue what this was all about before we visited, and only slightly more after we left.


Oh my gosh! It attacked Linda. Run Linda, run!


Like the sign says: Enhance your cool with a Ray Gun. It’s a Manmelter 3600ZX, Sub-Atomic Disintegrator Pistol. A bargain at only $999.00. I started to joke with Linda that she should buy one when the thought hit me, she might use it on me. Quiet Bob.


Those who know don’t ask. Those that ask don’t know. Clueless Bob.


Have I mentioned that Wellington is known as Windy Wellington.


When you have to brace yourself to take a photo you can bet it is windy.


Colleen demonstrating another way to brace yourself.

Have I mentioned how windy Wellington is?


A beautiful wooden church and the only one we visited during the OAT tour. Contrast that to the several churches a day typical of Rick Steves tours. No mutterings of ABC on an OAT tour. (ABC: Another Blasted Church).


It was a pretty cool pipe organ, and the organist was playing, making it even better. Also, while here one of the members of the tour group dropped his camera in the toilet, apparently proving that lack brains doesn’t prevent you from going on an OAT tour.


Another of those Linda photos.


Speaking of Linda, after a day of being buffeted by gale force winds, it was time for a little rest and relaxation.

A note about posts: We have had some very poor internet connections mixed with some long days so I got behind in my posts. Looking ahead we leave on Sunday for Fiji and we may have extremely limited internet while on our island. I will post if able, but it may be several weeks until I can post again. I will have a post for every day of the trip, at least that is my plan. Unless Fiji is so much fun I won’t have time write, that is. Befuddled Bob.