The longest day of my life was Thursday, May 19th 2005. It began as any other day in the life of a backpacker. Beep, Beep, Beep, Bee.. It’s your watch alarm going off in the early morning hours warning you that if you want breakfast, then you have to beat the crowd or you might just face another bowl of wheatbix. Brekkie in Fiji, however, was different. No cereal or toast…only what the village prepares for the morning-often unidentifiable to the common American. Fortunately for me, I am not shy asking other country representatives about the selection of food presented. The longest day of my life started at 9 am, when I tossed my breakfast and dinner from the night before. Maybe it was something I ate or perhaps my only supply of hydration-rain water from
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