Our rental of the wee blue vehicle is almost over. One more excursion is in the cards; this time the West Shore Drive. Remember we couldn't figure out which direction we were facing (we left that disputed claim back at the overlook)? Well this will challenge all of us - can we find West Shore Drive? YES, the four intrepid explorers respond enthusiastically - maps be damned, the course of the sun across the sky, bah humbug!
And with just one 3-point turm we find it! Is it to our west? Is it on the shore? Who knows and none of us cares. It turns out to be a most wonderful 'bush' drive that takes us through a number of tribal settlements where everyone waves enthusiastically - strange cars with Westerners are pretty much a rare spotting. Amazingly, though, there is a bus that goes up and down this road which must be easily 15 km into the jungle.
We're stopped in our trek by a flooded road that despite Paul's claims that 'we can make that - no bloody problem!', calmer heads prevail. The decision was enhanced by the sight of a half dozen Fijian maids bathing in the creek - up to their necks! We content ourselves with a u-turn and a ramble back through what is probably still 'the real Fiji'.
Along the way . . .
A very friendly porker, happily rooting around in the weeds.
This is evidence of a recent burial - don't know the significance of the cloth decoration.
This looks like the bush equivalent of our local AOG church.
Our intrepid driver and infinitely patient navigator.
One last overlook photo before heading home.
And with just one 3-point turm we find it! Is it to our west? Is it on the shore? Who knows and none of us cares. It turns out to be a most wonderful 'bush' drive that takes us through a number of tribal settlements where everyone waves enthusiastically - strange cars with Westerners are pretty much a rare spotting. Amazingly, though, there is a bus that goes up and down this road which must be easily 15 km into the jungle.
We're stopped in our trek by a flooded road that despite Paul's claims that 'we can make that - no bloody problem!', calmer heads prevail. The decision was enhanced by the sight of a half dozen Fijian maids bathing in the creek - up to their necks! We content ourselves with a u-turn and a ramble back through what is probably still 'the real Fiji'.
Along the way . . .
A very friendly porker, happily rooting around in the weeds.
This is evidence of a recent burial - don't know the significance of the cloth decoration.
One last overlook photo before heading home.
