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pulled-heartstrings · 2 years
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theseawolf · 2 years
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Lost In Paradise
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officialhannahfx · 2 years
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Focus your attention on yourself, your behaviours, your dreams and your purpose.
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All you need to know is that you have to be better than you used to be and not better than others. You are you and they are them. Every time you focus your attention outwards, every time you choose to compare yourself with others, you will lose sight of who you really are. This will weaken you and you might lose faith in what you can and can’t do.
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The most important person in your life is you and all you need to do is better than you used to be. Never stop learning. Never stop growing and improving. Remember that!
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This caption was inspired by the many messages I’ve been getting recently. And something I also need to remind myself from time to time. Hope everyone is having an awesome week so far!!
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tr0pi-call · 2 years
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elainey123 · 1 year
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@firstclasshols #fijiislands #fiji #tropical #cruise #luxury #travel #southpacific (at Fiji Islands) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cnc3qL_rQCG/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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shoot1999 · 1 year
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Happy Wednesday and halfway through the week! Missing the beach vibes 😎 - - #fiji #later #throwback #august #birthdaytrip #wanderlust #globetrotter #fijiislands #travel #2022 #beachlover #sunnydays . . . . . . . . . . (at Fiji Marriott Resort Momi Bay) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cmsx45DvS4g/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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kasaviewphoto · 1 year
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#graduation #fijiliving #fijiislands #growingup #family (at Ragg Street, Martintar, Nadi) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cla38ssPGPR/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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todays-opinion · 2 years
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thejamesmingo · 2 years
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@thejamesmingo @interiordesignmag @archdigest @elledecor @elledecoritalia #thejmtouch #outeriordesigns #vacation #interiordesigner #recipe #water #comfortable #lounge #view #loveit #peace #calm #style #holiday #cute #fijiislands #fashion #fiji #doyoutravel #tahitianisland #hawaii #travel #traveling #Travelphotography #travelling #traveler #traveller #travelingram #traveltheworld #mexico https://www.instagram.com/p/CglAJM0OVul/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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learnchin · 2 years
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LEARN CANTONESE
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rhyolight · 2 years
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The day starts at 7 am. Not ideal. I wanted to sleep but unfortunately I had to drag myself away from the comforts of the modern world for Fiji.
When going to Fiji, you’ll get two very different experiences. If you go to the main island, it will be quite comfortable and rest assured the world will revolve around you. You will spend all your money in a resort and on food that is mediocre at best. And when you get back you’ll realize that it was exactly the same as every other resort you’ve ever been to. Not my thing. We opted for Savusavu. (is it the name of the island or the town? I have no clue so I’ll leave it to the imagination) Technically we’re in a resort but it’s a tiny little thing, and we’re not really in it. (also I have asked and Savusavu is the town, Vinua Lavu is the island) but now back to the beginning.
The morning was full of lying on the floor dramatically wailing about how I would miss my pets. The pets were not impressed. And eventually we dragged ourselves out the door and off to San Francisco we went.
But Rhyo, isn’t your airport international? Well yes, if you want to go to Mexico. Aka the airport wanted to call itself international so they will take you to the nearest country and nowhere else.
While on the drive we listened to “getting stoned with savages,” and while I would highly recommend this book let’s just say that the author’s description of Fijian centipedes was not appealing in the slightest. Oh well we decided. We may die by centipedes but let’s not think about it.
We arrived at the airport. Now one thing you need to know about me is that I hate airports. And the San Francisco airport is huge. We got lost quite a few times. Also it’s called SFO for some reason. What does the O stand for? Oranges? Opossums? Obscenely large and confusing airports that leave you wishing you were not there? I have no answers.
However we did make it to the terminal, where apparently I got eyed up by a young man who my mom thinks was a teenager. I did not notice as I was busy going through my favorite creepypasta blogs, which probably would have been a dealbreaker for this hopeful young man who was desperately trying to catch my eye. Though if I’m being honest I’m not sure if the airport is the place you expect to get hit on. My hair, although washed yesterday was decidedly greasy. I was wearing paint stained shorts and no makeup but apparently I was quite a catch.
We also had quite a few characters boarding the plane, including a few small children who were not having it and a very annoyed pair of teenagers. “She keeps bitching at me!!” One cried to her friends dad. “Make her shut up I want to strangle her.” The poor father seemed to be regretting his decision to bring his daughter and her friend along. I hope he’s doing alright. And when we got off they announced that someone had to stay behind and they had a picture of someone that they kept checking to make sure he hadn’t gotten off. No clue what he did but it was interesting at the least.
Luckily I was able to sleep on the plane. If not I probably would have committed murder by now. Oh and did I mention our flight was delayed by an hour? And that we had to catch a connecting flight in Nadi? Yeah that may have gotten a bit stressful. We may have been waiting to get our passports stamped, not even through customs, by the time we were supposed to board our plane.
“Do we have to grab our luggage?” I asked.
“No,” my mom said, “They should put it on the plane for us.”
“Any passengers going from Nadi to Savusavu please collect your luggage and clear security before boarding the plane,” the announcement lady said.
Great. Luckily it was a very small plane, as in we were a third of the passengers so they waited.
I also have to say that everyone was very nice. Unlike the thrift store lady who thinks I’m some sort of criminal. You know who you are.
We arrived at the airport in Savusavu, which is really just a shed next to an airstrip. And so we trudged along with our suitcases through the muddy parking lot to the car rental guy. He was very nice, but he did not really seem to speak English.
“So do we take the car without you?”
“Yah!” He nodded enthusiastically.
We stared at each other, unsure.
“Do we take you with us?”
“Yah!” He nods again.
But he entered the drivers seat so I guess we took him with us. Now one thing you need to know about Fijians is that the drive fast and don’t really stay in their lane. You kind of just drive wherever you want until you see another car. People also cross wherever they feel like it, so it’s kind of like an obstacle course except you're playing with everyone’s lives. But we make it to the rental place to drop off the guy and work out the nitty gritty details of the contract.
“Now don’t go off road,” the rental guy says, “remember, you signed a contract saying you wouldn’t.”
And we agreed. We had no intention of going off the paved road. But Fiji had other plans. Partway through town the road kind of just… turns into a dirt path.
“Oops,”
we said, realizing that we’d only had the car for 5 minutes and had already broken the rules. Though if I’m being honest I don’t know what they expected. The roads here look like they were built by a young child who gave up halfway through.
When we made it to the resort, they told us they would show us the way up the hill to our cabin. We started to get in the car, but were stopped. The guy explained that we had to take out all the suitcases or we wouldn’t make it up the hill. Did I mention that our rental car rides ridiculously low and also has absolutely zero tread on the tires? It’s no surprise the weight of the suitcases would be enough to stop it. And so we remove our suitcases and pile them into the van.
The “road” is a rocky dirt path that is less than pleasant to drive. And don’t even get me started on the driveway. The house was adorable though, and so after getting settled in we decided to go to town.
It was crowded. Town closes up on Sunday so everyone had to do their shopping. Going through the grocery store was like wading through mud, if mud was human shaped and pushed shopping cats. It was a nightmare and I hope to never go back. Except as I wrote this my brother has stated his desire for more cookies so it seems that my dreams will be crushed. I also got a very enthusiastic
“Bula!”
From a construction worker. And to this I ask why. But alas I never actually asked so I cannot provide any insight.
We wanted to get dinner at the resort.
“Sorry, you have to tell us your coming and order by at least 4.”
The lady said. Oh well. But we did find a place to eat and our dinner ended with me throwing up in the bushes. My body was very enthusiastic about getting rid of the spit if accidentally swallowed.
“Time for bed.”
We all agreed. It had been a long day and a nice sleep sounded like heaven.
Steve had other plans. For those of you unaware Steve was the giant spider hanging into my ceiling. “
Oh don’t worry it’s just a crab. It was blow up here by a cyclone.”
My beloved father lied in his attempts to console me. However, I have not attended many years of school for nothing and was able to call bullshit.
“I am not sleeping in there.”
I declared.
“He’s harmless!” My parents tried, although they didn’t want to sleep with Steve when I offered to trace rooms. And so we had to get him down.
The only problem is that the ceiling is very high and the longest thing we had was a fork. So we decided that my brother would stand on my bed and throw a towel at Steve until he decided to come down. And come down he did, only to disappear.
“Well he’s off the ceiling, so it’s fine.”
My mother declared after our attempts to find him failed. To which I replied,
“I’m sleeping on the couch.”
And sleep on the couch I did as Steve was never found. We did discover Steven Jr. in my parents room though. Great. So the house is infested with spiders. Wonderful. Exactly what I wanted.
I had decided that my room was cursed due to Steve’s disappearing act, the many giant wasps waiting at my window to come in and kill me in my sleep, and the creepy bathroom sink that loudly glugs at random times. Though a stern look will usually shut it up.
It even comes with an outdoor shower, massage included! And by massage I mean the floor is made of pebbles so it kind of feels like stepping on rounded legos. However it had a lovely private feel until I realized that we were only part way up the hill. Meaning that anyone on top of the hill could watch me staring in horror at the many, many wasp nests hanging above my shower. I decided that I’d take the hilltop perverts instead.
Oh, but wasps, spiders, and hilltop perverts aren’t the only thing you need to worry about. You know how sometimes when you’re falling asleep you get the feeling that something is crawling on you but when you check there’s nothing there? Well that happened to my mom, except when she reached into her nightgown she grabbed onto something wiggling. And so in her overtired stupor she fling it out and into her bed instead of out of it. It was a gecko, but in the darkness she did not know that, and so my poor father was awoken to deal with the mystery beast.
And later I woke him again to turn off the light. Ok so this sounds dramatic but I’d turned the light off and no one was going in that room so it really had no business being on. To make matters worse, my family is denying turning it on, but if it happens again my dad can rest assured that he will be woken, because although I can call bullshit on his lies about crabs that are actually spiders, I have decided that I am incapable of turning off a light. Although if there were any hidden murders they did nog make themselves known and we drifted off into the land of dreams, glad that the day was over.
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jimbell · 2 years
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Bula from Fiji. Just arrived not time for proper photos yet 😁 Sofitel Fiji. #fiji #fijiislands #holiday #tropical (at Sofitel Fiji Resort and Spa) https://www.instagram.com/p/CfiwJIHvCAY/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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elainey123 · 1 year
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@tourismfiji #fiji #southpacific #southpacificislands #hula #fijiislands (at Fiji) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClRyjb7rjzx/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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