A Fijian Life, An Indian Heritage

Big Cars and Tiny Women on My Island

Let’s talk about size today, dear reader. More precisely, the size of women.

Working on construction sites in Sydney is a bit like wandering through a global food expo. You’ll find subbies working in packs from all corners of the world. You’ve got your Italian form-workers, Czech crane-operators, Greek steel-fixers, Vietnamese welders, Samoan concreters – you pick. Being a young cadet and usually the only female on sites, Continue reading

A Fijian Life

The Absurdities of My Island Home

I had promised myself that I wouldn’t write anything on Fiji for a little while. I was afraid that my past posts were making me appear somewhat of a national pessimistic, an ungrateful citizen. I am not. (Granted; I’m the queen of contradictions but then it’s a Gemini entitlement!) But it’s just been such an exasperating last few days. Plans made are not working out, running out of  stuff at the worst possible times and clumsiness. I’ve been…just so klutzy, saying the wrong things, ticking the wrong box, spitting chewed gum on other people’s leather couches Continue reading