Previously on "Australia, no country for old men" ...
Sometimes when I call to God I'm wrong coordinates. Last time, I sent an island in the Pacific: Fiji. So I decided pack up and go to their rescue. And there I found him ... God is a word guy, so when we got to Fiji, a while ago that I was waiting for us.
- "You arrive 20 minutes taaaalde " -. Although this time had not come down with a Harley.
- "Come on, it He " -. Cubi told me as we left the airport.
drove a taxi to go with a fuchsia flower shirt with havaianas and Aviator including, I imagine that pass by unnoticed. Amos , I would say it was IT, there was another, if I engineers have created the road and drivers coming in the opposite direction, also brought forward truck on a curve at 120km h. But my humble human condition, I just reached for Engineering Bank Holidays!
However, there was an intense trip of 4 hours by plane looking back chapters of "Grey's Anatomy" and 1:30 swallowing entire playlist of MTV tuned in a washing machine on wheels, call taxi. If this was not the work of God ...
natural thing is that you wonder - "But all this was going on Australia?" -. You see, for Australians is intrinsic, is not without Australia Fiji or Australia without Fiji. Say it as their weekend home, some have a small plot in the garden, and others have a tropical island with 30 ยบ on average throughout the year. Nobody ever said life was fair ...
But when you're a English with Tourist Visa, you enter the "privileged" group "mierdaquesemecaducaelvisadoymetengoqueirdevacaciones ." Then is when Fiji became an idyllic country renew your stay every 3 months.
Anyway, back to the issue, with or without the help of God we got to the hotel safely. We gave one of the great, and suddenly, "the machine" disappeared at the speed of light with our change, leaving planted there in the middle of the Hall. Must see, the church never lose old habits, right? However, surely read the sinful intentions of Cuba (known to all my-boyfriend) to steal the little boats of shampoo from the hotel. He always does, once up we got a couple of squares of the Sheraton lobby. Silly me, I posted on Facebook and since then, neither God already mark the bottom of "like" in any of my posts ... Total
that left hand of God, began our best trip ever at nightfall in the remote Fijian village of Naviti. Sorry, I said, what remote? It turns out that the concept of "half Resorts an island in the middle of tropical jungle in the middle of a little town in the middle of the Pacific, when dinosaurs became extinct, with arrival of the Age "All Inclusive". Obviously, this strategy has a target very Specifically, people with certain disorders of behavior. On the one hand, alcoholics basically, most of whom decided that the best therapy to detoxification are Caipirinhas Croissant or beer to take the Gelocatil. And secondly, obsessive-compulsive free buffet. Also, at certain times of year, you can find a fringe group, "The Others". Cuba and me.
As often in the tropical islands, the meeting between "The Others" and other groups can give rise to a headliner or at least unpredictable ... you ever agreed on the same dimension of space and time with a total stranger drunk and sitting at your table, which happens to be a camel that cover pools clean, barely reached the hotel in a private helicopter and is about to take off his shirt to show you his tattoo Ninja halving a ?$/&? Tripi Wait, freeze that image in your brain, yes of course you also will see the top of the carte-ass. Did you think that this only happens in movies? You thought it could not be worse? Well I say if I told you that DeLaRajeta Ninja, for a fucking chance in life comes from the same town as you, and not only that, but also clean pool tuuu ?????!!!! .
Nooooooooooo, the world is so small. I refuse and I cauen in the Estrella Damm and the Balearics! If indeed the world is a small, give it to me dry the tears, please!
...
We did not speak to any white man during the whole trip, either a suspicious package was supposed to camouflage our glasses. We just trusted the natives. The natives were our only friends in Fiji. Protect us, looked after us. We had Rugby parties, we were taught to hunt for survival (coconuts, basically) and we had a party. We entrust our lives, and they gave us their most precious secrets, get exploring lands where the white man never had been, the only true local island: Casablanca Pub
The rest, not allowed to tell me .. . I can only reveal the missing word:
"Fiji Baby"
Sometimes when I call to God I'm wrong coordinates. Last time, I sent an island in the Pacific: Fiji. So I decided pack up and go to their rescue. And there I found him ... God is a word guy, so when we got to Fiji, a while ago that I was waiting for us.
- "You arrive 20 minutes taaaalde " -. Although this time had not come down with a Harley.
- "Come on, it He " -. Cubi told me as we left the airport.
drove a taxi to go with a fuchsia flower shirt with havaianas and Aviator including, I imagine that pass by unnoticed. Amos , I would say it was IT, there was another, if I engineers have created the road and drivers coming in the opposite direction, also brought forward truck on a curve at 120km h. But my humble human condition, I just reached for Engineering Bank Holidays!
However, there was an intense trip of 4 hours by plane looking back chapters of "Grey's Anatomy" and 1:30 swallowing entire playlist of MTV tuned in a washing machine on wheels, call taxi. If this was not the work of God ...
natural thing is that you wonder - "But all this was going on Australia?" -. You see, for Australians is intrinsic, is not without Australia Fiji or Australia without Fiji. Say it as their weekend home, some have a small plot in the garden, and others have a tropical island with 30 ยบ on average throughout the year. Nobody ever said life was fair ...
But when you're a English with Tourist Visa, you enter the "privileged" group "mierdaquesemecaducaelvisadoymetengoqueirdevacaciones ." Then is when Fiji became an idyllic country renew your stay every 3 months.
Anyway, back to the issue, with or without the help of God we got to the hotel safely. We gave one of the great, and suddenly, "the machine" disappeared at the speed of light with our change, leaving planted there in the middle of the Hall. Must see, the church never lose old habits, right? However, surely read the sinful intentions of Cuba (known to all my-boyfriend) to steal the little boats of shampoo from the hotel. He always does, once up we got a couple of squares of the Sheraton lobby. Silly me, I posted on Facebook and since then, neither God already mark the bottom of "like" in any of my posts ... Total
that left hand of God, began our best trip ever at nightfall in the remote Fijian village of Naviti. Sorry, I said, what remote? It turns out that the concept of "half Resorts an island in the middle of tropical jungle in the middle of a little town in the middle of the Pacific, when dinosaurs became extinct, with arrival of the Age "All Inclusive". Obviously, this strategy has a target very Specifically, people with certain disorders of behavior. On the one hand, alcoholics basically, most of whom decided that the best therapy to detoxification are Caipirinhas Croissant or beer to take the Gelocatil. And secondly, obsessive-compulsive free buffet. Also, at certain times of year, you can find a fringe group, "The Others". Cuba and me.
As often in the tropical islands, the meeting between "The Others" and other groups can give rise to a headliner or at least unpredictable ... you ever agreed on the same dimension of space and time with a total stranger drunk and sitting at your table, which happens to be a camel that cover pools clean, barely reached the hotel in a private helicopter and is about to take off his shirt to show you his tattoo Ninja halving a ?$/&? Tripi Wait, freeze that image in your brain, yes of course you also will see the top of the carte-ass. Did you think that this only happens in movies? You thought it could not be worse? Well I say if I told you that DeLaRajeta Ninja, for a fucking chance in life comes from the same town as you, and not only that, but also clean pool tuuu ?????!!!! .
Nooooooooooo, the world is so small. I refuse and I cauen in the Estrella Damm and the Balearics! If indeed the world is a small, give it to me dry the tears, please!
...
We did not speak to any white man during the whole trip, either a suspicious package was supposed to camouflage our glasses. We just trusted the natives. The natives were our only friends in Fiji. Protect us, looked after us. We had Rugby parties, we were taught to hunt for survival (coconuts, basically) and we had a party. We entrust our lives, and they gave us their most precious secrets, get exploring lands where the white man never had been, the only true local island: Casablanca Pub
The rest, not allowed to tell me .. . I can only reveal the missing word:
"Fiji Baby"
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