A recent holiday led to an extraordinary epiphany. You see, it turns out that if you give my boyfriend and I a tropical getaway (sans anything remotely cultural) we find ourselves in our element. Sometimes when all you need is love, Paris isn’t all you need. Sometimes hopping on a jet ski and drinking out of a pineapple through a crazy straw is where dreams come true.
Let me stress this: Fiji is clearly not for the earnest traveller who wants to come home and tell his mates that he knows why the caged bird sings. It’s one hundred percent about escapism of the tackiest kind. But if you're after an indulgent holiday, filled with all those shameful joys (blue skies, hot weather, pool bars and white sand) you’ve come to the right grass hut.
A trip to Fiji is all about the food, pools, beaches, booze and resort coordinated activities. Of course there is more to Fiji than just your hotel. You can pop into the main towns (Nadi or Suva) and pick up a few of those souvenirs that no experienced traveller touches for knowledge of the time it takes to declare them at the other end.
Other pluses: it’s fairly cheap (all up it cost us just over AU$2,000 each for seven days), it’s only a four-hour flight and no nasty needles are required. There’s also an interesting Indian influence on account of the large number of immigrants, so if you like Indian food (why, yes I do) there’s plenty of it here.
Fiji is where love was invented so throw on your bikinis, grab a cocktail and tell Paris to get f*cked.