Clover was ready for the worst though. She studied those safety cards and tried intently to figure out what the drawings meant. I think she was really disappointed that we did not get off via slide at the airports.
The Air Pacific plane on the way over there had to have been the oldest plane I have been on in FOREVER. The ash trays in the arm rests were still functional and a lot of the other features didn’t. It got us there though and for that, I was happy to share the one in flight magazine with the rest of the passengers. Something about heading to paradise that makes people so friendly.
When we arrived in Fiji, we were greeted by the most stunning rainbow that I have ever seen. Days of wet weather had just lifted and we piled into a taxi as the sun set over the tropics. I could not reach my camera from where I was sitting, so you will have to trust me on how gorgeous it was. The taxi driver spent the first five minutes driving while facing us for a chat. He assured us that we did not need seat belts (which was good since his taxi did not actually have them) as he was such a good driver. I just kept staring at the rainbow.
I took a lot of photos. I will be back with more. I loved Fiji, but it is great to be home. And if anyone is wondering, my plan worked and the twins are now noo-noo free.
All images from this trip were with the D3200 and Tamron’s 17-50mm f/2.8 VC lens.