Fiji
Fiji. To some, an island paradise. To others, a place to stage a military coup. To me, somewhere to holiday for 12 days with my dad and two brothers, and set the right tone for 2025: indulgence with no responsibility. We had been planning the holiday for many months, and at last the time had arrived. Island time. DAY 1 Grandad dropped the four of us at Wellington airport, and we flew to Nadi. Nadi is a city on the largest Fijian island - Viti Levu. It is not the capital city; that is Suva. But for some reason Nadi is the location of the international airport, so those who decide to visit Fiji are doomed to see it. It's not that Nadi is a run-down, unattractive, rubbish-strewn town stuck in the 1990s, with a stray dog problem that has you wondering how far it is to the nearest rabies treatment clinic. Actually, it is that. Nadi is for the most part a kind of purgatory which most tourists swiftly abandon in favour of more lustrous Fijian locations. We were no exception, ...