Well, I’ve made it to Fiji… Just. I got searched 3 times coming through LA customs and as a result almost missed my connecting flight. Do I look that dodgy?! Don’t bother to answer that. My penknife was confiscated by some bloke who didn’t speak any English and couldn’t see straight. He definitely made me feel safer and restored my faith in American security. I bet it was the special Swiss Army hijack blade that did it. Yet despite three separate people searching me no one checked inside my wallet or in the pockets of my bag (only the main compartment) so for any of you intending to commit terrorist acts or smuggle drugs you now know where to hide your stuff. Also, the American visa application actually has a question asking whether you are involved in terrorism (or whether you were convicted of war crimes in 1945, incidentally) so don’t be caught out by that one either - just tick the ‘no’ box. Crazy bastards. Just had to get that off my chest.
Nadi airport employs four guys to sing and play guitar in the reception area while every flight arrives. My flight got in at 3:30am and these guys were still there playing their hearts out. How cool is that? Anyway, I suspect that I may just be the pastiest white man in town so I’m gonna go do something about it…
