I know that anyone reading this blog has been breathlessly waiting for the first posting. I am sorry that it has taken me so long to write. I was waiting to write once I had gotten to Fiji. I live in Virginia, making the trip to Fiji a pretty big ordeal. However, it managed to be an even bigger ordeal than I anticipated. Little did I know that washing a passport in the washing machine ends up being a huge problem to overbearing people in the customs office of the airport in Fiji. After spending 10 straight hours on a flight from LAX to Fiji, I made my glorious arrival onto Fijian soil. I enjoyed my stay for all of 2 hours before I was shipped back to LAX feeling more like a human refugee than the world traveler I had attempted to be.&n
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