Fijian Life is HotFiji is hot. Humid hot. Searing hot. I think Fiji must be closer to the sun. Fijians have a real knack for fire dancing too. If that isn't hot enough, it is sugar harvest time and they are burning cane fields and the sultry heat is interspersed with a pall of smoke in the air. Thar-be-devils in that smoke and Clariton, my chosen weapon against allergens, has met its match. I have a constant cold-like demeanor.
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Happy New Year LuckIt was hot and muggy in the cabin last night. We had reluctantly disconnected from shore power in anticipation of the first gale of the season and Simmons, our trusty air conditioner is reduced to being a rather ugly appendage on the settee. Dois was a flurry of activity, taking down sails, tying down kayaks and dealing with the 6 lines and chain meant to hold Ashika in place and kibitzing with staff and neighbors about storm strategies while I had discovered new things to do below, (while the AC was still on). We are uncomfortably close (12 inches?) to the neighboring boats and Dois has been working to get us a little room. But when it is all said and done, we will have to pull our boat out in front of the pile to ride any storm to avoid smashing up against them.
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