
Steven and I had an unexpected free morning in Fiji's capital city of Suva, located on the island of Viti Levu, after we learned just the day before that our exciting jet boat ride in Sigatoka, about three hours west of Suva, had been canceled. We were more than a little miffed, since last July we'd booked the ride, which included multiple 360-degree spins and a visit to a local village. We'd also hoped to participate in the traditional Fijian welcome ceremony, meet the village chief, and learn about aspects of Fijian life.
It turned out to be a blessing in disguise, as it meant not having to drive to Sigatoka immediately after all. Since the Colo-I-Suva Forest Park, located in the hills high above Suva, had been closed when we arrived the preceding afternoon, we were glad we had another opportunity to visit the national park in a rainforest. The travel gods weren't with us on this one, either, as it was again closed for some reason!
We also returned to the Fiji Museum as its gift shop had been closed the day before, and I wanted a chance to see what "treasures" it held! I bought a couple of attractive masi, or traditional bark-cloth mats, and then noticed local people displaying their wares on the museum's verandah. This woman was also selling masi and bookmarks, among other items, so I happily supported her, too!
Since we hadn't had time to walk along the seawall across from the President's Palace either the day before, we did that in the morning, as at least it wasn't closed! Do you remember me mentioning in a previous post that, even though Fiji was no longer a British colony, it still retained vestiges of its colonial heritage in many of its names? Good examples included the Victorian Parade and the road between the palace, Albert Park, and the seawall, which had a lovely stretch of palm trees.
We enjoyed the stroll on the seawall, but there was sadly lots of trash, which marred its potential.
Diana: I thought of you and David as we drove along Stinson Parade as we left Suva for Sigatoka!
The colorful "Jesus buses" advertising "No Other Name, No Other Way" that ply the villages along Queens Road on Viti Letu's southern Coral Coast, between Suva and Nadi, seemed to control most of the route.
The drive anywhere in Suva is made much longer by the innumerable speed bumps. As soon as you reach the maximum speed of 80 kph on the two-lane roads, you are almost immediately forced to slow down because of the speed bumps alerting you to another village coming up and the speed limit dropping!
Much as I may have bemoaned some of the driving conditions and road hazards in Fiji, the signage was great for knowing the speed limit and the name of the next village, and the condition of Queens Road was generally quite good. However, those were comparative luxuries once we reached the areas around the west coast town of Nadi.
On our drive from Nadi a couple of days previously and again on the drive west, a common sight on the road was vendors selling fruits and vegetables, although the norm was just one stall.
The largest agricultural area we saw on the island was near Pacific Harbor in south-central Fiji. It was also the heart of adventure activities on the nearby river. On our way to Suva on our first day, we stopped briefly to look at what was billed as a large arts-and-crafts village, but was, in truth, not worth stopping at. As we had more time on our way west, we stopped for lunch.
As mosquitoes love to feast on me, we ate inside The Establishment, but enjoyed the lovely views from its patio after!
Any woman, especially, can appreciate this cute quote! Just click on the photo I took at the restaurant to enlarge it!
No wonder foreigners have bought up homes in resorts and rent property along the Coral Coast with views like these! Sadly, we didn't notice more than a couple of public beaches. Again, a developer was needed to bring in beach chairs and food and beverage options to lure locals to stop by for a while, in my opinion!
I would have loved to ask someone what these plants were in the shallow water, as they were only found along a short stretch of the coast.
An example of the more typical vendor along the Coral Coast:
If we passed one village like this, we passed one hundred or more. Seeing how most people lived, at least on the island's south shore, made me sad in the face of the luxurious surroundings of the president's home in Suva. The disparity was so stark.
We only came across one rest area after almost three hours of driving. I guess "rest areas" are only for more affluent nations, aren't they? How sad.
Exquisitely landscaped high hedges meant high-priced resorts, one after another, for a long stretch along the coast! No other area of the island that we saw had anything remotely as upscale.
It was common to see Fijian men wearing a wraparound skirt known as a sulu, a staple of national dress and everyday attire. It is not considered feminine.
I don't know whether it was just semantics, but a philosophy when it came to police operations in Fiji. Instead of being called police stations, they were called "police community posts," and they were only located in the large towns, from what I observed. In some parts of the United States, there has been a movement toward more "community policing," so that the full weight of the law doesn't come to bear on some family disputes. Far too often, the heavy-handed police presence has resulted in the death of those who requested police assistance, but at the hands of the police. I'd like to think that
the police in Fiji are taking a different approach.
Roundabouts are the norm in Fiji, but the only decorated one that I recall seeing was the one in Sigatoka, where we'd planned to stay months earlier because of the afternoon's boat and village activity.
Another big reason we'd been looking forward to staying in Sigatoka was hiking in the famous Sigatoka Sand Dunes National Park. Imagine our profound disappointment, therefore, when we arrived and found this sign on the gate. We were batting zero for two in the activities department that day at Sigatoka!
We peered through the gate, thinking this would be as close as we would get to one of the country's best natural sights, and also where archaeologists have found pottery dating to the Lapita people who inhabited this area 2,600 years ago. After one of those up-and-down days you have to occasionally expect when you travel as much as we do, we didn't mind backtracking to our two-bedroom suite a few miles away. We almost had to laugh at whoever had designed the suite: most outlets were at waist height or higher, making them useless; there were no bedside tables or lights; the overhead light in both bedrooms was on the wall opposite the bed; you couldn't use both the kettle and toaster at once, or you'd blow a fuse (I know because I did!); and, to top ot all off, there was no internet! However, the place was gigantic, and the staff was friendly; I'll give them that.
Next post: Yay - Sigatoka Dunes National Park at last & Natadola Beach!
Posted on April 22nd, 2026, from Christchurch, New Zealand, our last stop on a grand tour of mostly the country's stunning South Island. Please take care of yourself and your loved ones.