Day 346 (Mon 18 June) - Naviti Resort, Coral Coast, Fiji / Simi Valley, Los Angeles
Leaving Fiji today!
Checked out of our room and left our luggage in the holding area by reception. On the way out from reception we spotted the wandering musicians. These chaps for the duration of our stay appeared out of nowhere strummed a few tunes and then went on their merry way.
Spent most of the day relaxing by the pool and beach.
Sarb decided to go snorkelling in the bay. Quite murky water so he did not see much. Apparently better if you head way out, but he didn't fancy expending the energy!
Our taxi arrived at about 5.30pm and, after a quick change, headed off to the airport at Nadi.
Checked our bags in and then sat about waiting for our flight. It was scheduled to leave at 10.20pm. After what seemed like an eternity we heard the call to board by row numbers.
As soon as the call was given a group of elegant, late middle aged women rushed over to the ticket clerk. We could hear, with great glee, the clerk inform the women that their seat rows had not been called and could they please remain seated. They looked bewildered! The collective thought process seemed to be 'We're rich Americans. Surely this boarding by row numbers is for the plebs?'.
Soon our rows were called (including the numpties). We were not too impressed by the flight. The seats were very uncomfortable and no personal tv.
Still it was only a short flight. Arrived in LA and steeled ourselves for the apparently fearsome interrogation procedures at Immigration Control.
The chap we had was very pleasant and after being fingerprinted, having our iris scanned and blood and stool samples analysed (we're joking about the blood sample) we were in the US of A.
Boarded a shuttle bus to pick up our hire car. After filling out a mountain of paperwork we were finally shown to what can only be called a car with pretensions. It wanted to be something else. We wanted it to be something else. However we were stuck with it.
Jo decided to drive and soon we were just another car on the freeway. Headed off our hotel, the Grand Vista, in the Simi Valley.
Found the place without too much bother and checked into our large comfy room. It has a fridge and even a microwave!
Went to a local supermarket where we stocked up on grub then went to a nearby mall for a fab hamburger. Sarb loves America already!
Checked out of our room and left our luggage in the holding area by reception. On the way out from reception we spotted the wandering musicians. These chaps for the duration of our stay appeared out of nowhere strummed a few tunes and then went on their merry way.
Spent most of the day relaxing by the pool and beach.
Sarb decided to go snorkelling in the bay. Quite murky water so he did not see much. Apparently better if you head way out, but he didn't fancy expending the energy!
Our taxi arrived at about 5.30pm and, after a quick change, headed off to the airport at Nadi.
Checked our bags in and then sat about waiting for our flight. It was scheduled to leave at 10.20pm. After what seemed like an eternity we heard the call to board by row numbers.
As soon as the call was given a group of elegant, late middle aged women rushed over to the ticket clerk. We could hear, with great glee, the clerk inform the women that their seat rows had not been called and could they please remain seated. They looked bewildered! The collective thought process seemed to be 'We're rich Americans. Surely this boarding by row numbers is for the plebs?'.
Soon our rows were called (including the numpties). We were not too impressed by the flight. The seats were very uncomfortable and no personal tv.
Still it was only a short flight. Arrived in LA and steeled ourselves for the apparently fearsome interrogation procedures at Immigration Control.
The chap we had was very pleasant and after being fingerprinted, having our iris scanned and blood and stool samples analysed (we're joking about the blood sample) we were in the US of A.
Boarded a shuttle bus to pick up our hire car. After filling out a mountain of paperwork we were finally shown to what can only be called a car with pretensions. It wanted to be something else. We wanted it to be something else. However we were stuck with it.
Jo decided to drive and soon we were just another car on the freeway. Headed off our hotel, the Grand Vista, in the Simi Valley.
Found the place without too much bother and checked into our large comfy room. It has a fridge and even a microwave!
Went to a local supermarket where we stocked up on grub then went to a nearby mall for a fab hamburger. Sarb loves America already!
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6/18/2007 09:11:00 am
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