The first smell isn’t jet fuel, as I’ve come to expect, but the smoke from an East Indian tandoor billowing up from below the catwalk I’m precariously negotiating on my way to Fijian Customs. Mind the gap →

This was my first adventure into the ‘true’ South Pacific (I’ve returned a couple of times since), but this trip held several adventures and many experiences that were a result of their time, and definitely of their place. Mind the gap →