Suva is the capital city here. In the 80's it was called the Paris of the Tropics. A friend told us it was amazing then - Colonial, clean, dashing... We took the bus in. It's a run down 3rd world city now. Busy with people, noisy, hard to walk on the sidewalks cause it's so dense. The road is an even bigger hazard. Fast cars, pedestrians beware, diesel busses blow clouds of dark smoke. However I had no fear about the people. Never felt unsafe. Which is a general sentiment here for me in the rural villages, in town, in the city. The people are all friendly and welcoming and eager to help. Aggie is a woman who the owners of the house we are living in refer to as the "House Girl". Labor here is not much money. A full day of work for her is $25. The hotels pay their staff $2-3 an hour. Aggie cleans once a week. She lives in Suva, and met us at the bus stop. We took an entire afternoon to explore the city and provision ourselves for school and with needed items for life.
Suva is the capital city here. In the 80's it was called the Paris of the Tropics. A friend told us it was amazing then - Colonial, clean, dashing... We took the bus in. It's a run down 3rd world city now. Busy with people, noisy, hard to walk on the sidewalks cause it's so dense. The road is an even bigger hazard. Fast cars, pedestrians beware, diesel busses blow clouds of dark smoke. However I had no fear about the people. Never felt unsafe. Which is a general sentiment here for me in the rural villages, in town, in the city. The people are all friendly and welcoming and eager to help. Aggie is a woman who the owners of the house we are living in refer to as the "House Girl". Labor here is not much money. A full day of work for her is $25. The hotels pay their staff $2-3 an hour. Aggie cleans once a week. She lives in Suva, and met us at the bus stop. We took an entire afternoon to explore the city and provision ourselves for school and with needed items for life.
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