The final Fiji post.....#6...and that storm

One afternoon as we headed down to the visitor center, we chatted about how wonderful our tans were coming along. After logging in to my email to check in with my daughter, I wandered over to Facebook to check on things. What we all discovered as we were checking in with friends/family was that a storm was a brewing. In California. With freezing temperatures. Including snow in Red Bluff. In never snows in Red Bluff, people.

So of course I gave my heartfelt condolences and good thoughts as I let people know I had just come from the pool and was actually sweating. Little did I know how much this would backfire in my face.

Oh, did it ever backfire.

2 days later there was a category 2 cyclone warning. His name was Mick and he was even more angry and jealous than my drink.

The first sign that the locals were pretty serious about his storm was this:

 

How in the world were we going to continue tanning, people?! This was just not convenient for the single most important item on our agenda!

The weather started getting rough

 

Somewhere a tiny ship was probably tossed

 

And the fearless crew? Well, stupid is probably more like it. Linda was the smart one and stayed back to take pictures of us as we went to get video...about an hour before the worst of the storm arrived.

 

The aftermath was amazing. Respect mother nature. This is why.

 

All in all it was scary...and exciting...and scary...and boring being all couped up in the room until the storm blew over. Except for that 10 minutes we went out to video the storm. And promptly went back in before we got nailed in the head with a flying palm frond.

And then 2 days later we were back on schedule. 25 years. What a way to ring it in! Post Mick event, Troy and I decided to celebrate our anniversary Fijian style...on a moped. It was probably the best anniversary we have ever had. NOT because of our location, but because of the low key way we spent our day. Of course, being a blogger the trip included looking for a photo op with a goat for Margaret at NGIP. Yeah. I'm that dedicated to my fellow bloggers.

 

We survived Cyclone Mick and my husband driving the moped on the opposite side of the road. It was win-win....as was the spectacular buffet we ate that night. Look how happy we are BEFORE the buffet! Imagine if we had taken a picture afterwards. It was delightful!



Fiji. It was magical. It was an adventure. It was one of the most amazing vacations I have yet to have. My husband and I already talk of returning there and staying on one of the other islands that is a little more remote. But first we have to graduate our last child, pay taxes and save up some money again so we can sit in a seat that we don't have to lick our knees as we eat our tiny bag of peanuts.

I guess we'll be going back in 2027.

That angry jealous Fijian better not be there the next time around. Just sayin'.