Vinney: chapter 2.

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  • petzi

    Chapter 2 uncut. Chapter 3 begins...

    Hi,
    Last mail was from Santiago airport, Chile, heres the latest...

    New Zealand was a devastating bore after South America. Auckland is the only
    place I had time for (4 days in NZ in total, so no point venturing off). It
    was awful. I arrived on the Easter Bank Holiday weekend, thinking it would
    be more kicking than a 7 legged angry donkey. It wasn?t. Not even nearly.
    New Zealand amazingly have the most idiotic licensing law of all time over
    that weekend. No alcohol to be sold on Good Friday at all. And none on
    Easter Sunday. So everyone flies off to visit family Christmas stylee, and
    no one goes out really.

    So what?s Auckland like?
    A super-organised toy town on the outskirts that looks like its been taken
    from the (good) film "The Truman Show". Differently shaped neat little boxes
    are home to most Aucklanders. Unlike most cities, they don?t really do
    apartments in the centre.

    The brash centre, near the "nice" bay, with its ultra modern everything
    feels like a massive soulless Brighton Marina. It is home to (im not making
    this up) hundreds of boy racers. They are everywhere. All driving Japanese
    imported loud cars, fast. Its not big, and its not clever. Going out of the
    hostel to get food or whatever was just like the (poor) film "Fast and
    Furious" at times. They thrash round the sanitised and uninspiring centre
    like they have somewhere important to get to, ironically though it was only
    me, the English pedestrian that wanted to get anywhere fast. Away.

    Auckland is home to The Sky Tower, a quite ugly tower that?s
    aimed at me, the tourist. An utter rip off but worth a visit, its high.

    I am sure NZ is great outside Auckland, but if you find yourself in Auckland
    for the Easter Weekend, good luck to you. Its the first time I felt bored
    since I was working in Horsham, honestly.

    Since I am winging, I could also tell you that it rained a lot, I went to a
    comedy club (with an English pillock I couldn?t avoid from my room) which
    was cringe-tasticly awful comedy. No smoking too, how ridiculous is that. I
    smoked and drank beer at a petrol station in Brasil whilst dancing Samba,
    now I cant have a fag in a comedy club? At my lowest point, with no money,
    stuck in the hostel because of a storm, I met a couple from Steyning, (Near
    my home town), that "like shopping in lovely Worthing because of its great
    shopping facilities. Not like that awful noisy Brighton". Not an opinion I
    share you see.

    Now that was Auckland, about the most opposite of Buenos Aires as possible,
    (Probably my favourite place to date). So could my next stop be better?
    Fiji, had Fiji got what it takes?

    Too damn right it did.

    FIJI:

    Re-united with Tom and Mike (Good friends from home), once again. Since I
    last saw them in Argentina, I have travelled a lot and they have too, all in
    different places so the first few hours were spent blabbing exchanging
    stories and chad photos.

    After spending one night in Nadi (Fiji is the name for all the islands of
    Fiji, east of the biggest island, you?ll find Nadi), we ventured to
    BeachComber Island, an organised tourist only island with everything
    included in one price (GBP25 per day includes dorm accommodation and food,
    booze is expensive so we took some cheap crap that we had bought
    previously).

    BeachCombers location is stunning. Sandy beach and turqcoise waters surround
    this dessert island. To give you an idea of scale, I walked casually around
    the whole island in 13 minutes. Days were spent doing a variety of things in
    the consistent beautiful sunshine from wakeboarding to snorkelling. There
    was a stunning coral reef, home to some amazing looking fish. Some as
    beautiful as nature could make, others looked like John Presscott. Night
    time was great, but a little disappointing. The band, who were barely alive
    were slower than a two legged centapede with a limp, whilst the bar closed
    at a disappointing midnight. Of course we tucked into our own booze every
    night till the small hours and one of our 4 nights we stayed up to see the
    sun rise over the Pacific Ocean. It was an explosion of colour that
    magnified my stoned condition in a blissful way, lying on the beach in the
    sand smiling.

    After another night in Nadi, we hired a car and headed to the capital, Suva.
    We stopped at a local house/shack in the middle of nowhere for a cup of tea
    and the family were so excited they pulled out the special biscuits and
    nearly bubbled over with excitement. Like most Fijians, they have never left
    Fiji. Like a hell of a lot of Fijians, they were Indian, Ill explain later.
    The heap of sh1t Daowoo we hired broke down in a Suva petrol station which
    is where things got weird.

    The INCREDIBLY friendly locals who were knocking about the petrol station
    doing what Fijians do (nothing) helped us call the hire place who came out
    to fix it, in the mean time we were brought oil drums and cardboard to sit
    on, given joints to smoke, hand-shaken to death, and given Cava. Now Cava is
    a drink, made with a ground down root, its non-alchoholic, drunk through
    half a coconut that?s dipped into a bowl of the stuff, it looks similar to
    dish water, it makes you feel well mellow and if you drink it for years you
    become like a Fijian, incapable of giving a straight answer, but amazingly
    good at staring deep into your eyes, shaking your hand on a regular basis
    and laughing like a hyena on acid about nothing in particular. They really
    do have to be seen. The car hire people came out (later than they said they
    would by an hour or so) armed with no tools and no torch, they couldn?t fix
    a drink. In the end the security guards friends, friend came by in the
    typical local dress style, (anything you like and flip flops, although the
    traffic police wear sarongs and luminous jackets, seriously) and re-wired
    the battery which had come loose. No one had thought of that. On we went,
    tiered and incapable of a large night in Suva.

    Fiji is a really incredible place, it is officially the oddest place I have
    ever been, although its quite difficult to explain why. It?s the locals you
    see. Firstly, 50% of them (official figure) are Indian. They came over in
    their masses a few generations ago mostly, but have been going like bunnies
    since. As for the other 50%, the Fijians, well they are just hilarious. They
    don?t really mean to be but believe me, they are. Mostly its their pace.
    Which by now you will see is slow. Also they just LOVE the Brits. Maybe its
    cos Her Maj is still on the bank notes of this ex-colony country.

    The day after Suva we drove back on the islands main North road, that turned
    out to be a massive dirt track over waterfalls and through dense rain
    forest, we met locals that insisted on swopping addresses even though we had
    just stopped to buy some bananas from their wooden crumbling stall (the only
    thing they sold). We saw men, women and babies on rafts cruising the
    rainforst rivers and manically shouting BULA!, the local greeting. Mike rode
    some of the journey on the roof whilst I drove, (we didn?t see any other
    cars for hours so we wernt worried about the police, who wouldn?t have given
    a sh1t anyway), all the Fijians thought this was perfectly normal, they were
    more concerned in trying to get us to stop so we could have a coconut with
    them. One village we stopped at to introduce ourselves were so pleased to
    see us they sent one of the local machetee holding blokes (one of about 200
    seen that day) up a tree to chop us off some coconuts. We must have had 500
    people shout Bula! at us that day, no exaggeration, they were coming from
    every angle you can imagine. Shouting it from the hilltops and running out
    of their houses. When we arrived back at Nadi at 9pm, 9 hrs late to get the
    car back, we had successfully had a large slice of Fiji. We had become
    Fijian in our time-keeping, and we had just finished a day I will remember
    for the rest of my life, Fiji is amazing, not the touristy bits they?re OK I
    guess, the real Fiji, 100%. Very happy with that.

    So now I am in Sydney, which I will update you on some time, too early for
    an opinion yet I guess?. Lets see what happens now huh?

    Keep up the emails,
    All the very best to ya, hope you had great Easter and all is well with you,

    Take care,

    Vinney X

  • jevad0

    fantastic writing!!

  • unknown0

    sounds like he's having a better time than me, stuck in the office all day stressing my tits off.

  • Lop0

    very inspiring! I want to travel now!!!!

  • sexypixel0

    Welcome to Sydney Vinney, head out to the cross if your out for a few bevies tonight, its always lively down there.

    Ive heard Aukland is a bit sterile. Wellington is where its at, and with scenery like The Lord of the Rings i think New Zealand had alot more to offer you. Pity you didnt try and go away. Most people do what we europeans like to do on Easter long weekend, and thats to Get the hell out of the city!!!

    keep the reports comming