Mainly fine, 30c Chased by prostitutes, harassed by touts and barked at by wild packs of roaming dogs, welcome to paradise Suva style! You’d be forgiven for thinking you’re in Bombay or Calcutta, not only because of the presence of Indian Fijians but the environment - grotty streets, a harbour that’s a festering cesspool of filth and rat infested parks. Even the hardcore traveler’s bible Lonely Planet struggles for positives and advises “hide your money”, “beware of touts and sword sellers”, “always catch a taxi at night” and “don’t trust friendly strangers”. I’d be very hard pressed not to describe the majority of Suva as one big shit hole, and even then that’s a compliment. Leaving Vanuatu I made yet more ni-Vanuatu friends, one of which was the head of ground services at the airport. He
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