After passing the International Date Line again, I arrived in surprisingly modern Nadi Airport (pronounced "nahn-di") just as the day broke. I could see the shadowy outlines of dozens of islands on the descent, and dozens of points of light below, many of which belonged to ships drifting in the calm tropical ocean. I was picked up by a taxi-driving friend of the hosts and paid a reasonable fare. We drove by the Garden of the Sleeping Giant (the mountains form a sleeping man and woman) and sugar cane fields.
Rough notes:
http://mandarinmanmarktravelnotes.blogspot.com/2011/06/2011-nz-to-sf-day-37.html
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