This week I have decided to take a look back to my first overseas holiday with my now husband when we were just 19! I do have a confession before I begin however; it was him who took this fabulous photo not I, but you will find out the reason for that as we move on in the story!
It was our first time overseas, my first time on a plane and we were very naive as to what to expect from a different country. What I remember most was the change in landscape from the dusty, dry Australia that I was used to, to a lush and tropical land. What also caught my attention was the level of poverty that was so contrasted to the oasis of our resort.
After a few days of lazing about at the resort I was eager to get out and see more of what was on the ‘other side of the bridge’. The day I was most looking forward to, was a tour that I had booked, picked straight out of a catalogue at Flight Centre. I cringe now at how little research I put in!
This tour was to take us across the island by bus to a long boat ride into a remote village. Most people I have spoken to who have been to Fiji have done this tour, but it was a truly fantastic experience and one that influenced my ideas of travel.
Stepping off the long boat we were greeted by a man in traditional dress with a very large axe…
We were then told that we were to follow local customs which meant women where to remain behind the men and carry all the bags…this did not sit well with the outspoken Australian women!
This was when I passed the camera to my husband as he was to sit in the front for the cannibal war dance and Kava ceremony while I sat at the back! It all worked out though as he got the awesome shot and I didn’t get a spear in my face!
This image reminds me of that tour which opened my eyes to how Fijians live as well as the untouched beauty of the country. It reminds me as well about travelling for the first time with my husband and about how it truly sparked our love of travel.