There are many things that happened, so many places visited in recent weeks, there 'was a strong pressure on the accelerator. And many are the degrees of difference between Fiji and the place where I am right now. Someone had said when I was in Australia that the more 'out of coli' I could not go ... you can ', you can'. Recalling
Battisti dream finally my country with dignity, with a river with fish in an hour from home, and do not dream of Brand New Zealand, run away from you Brianza poisonous!
New Zealand.
get there 'in another post, since the last had just told the shift to places really europeide Australia more 'exotic. They seem
months, but it was not even ten days ago.
I had been in Suva, the capital of Fiji,
cities' markets and people on the move.
Bay Suva
the promenade
bench kava
country school
From them 'how to spend a few days left (just' cause - you know - Brisbane airport I discovered that to obtain a visa must submit Fiji a ticket out of the country ... argh! twenty minutes to find a flight and destination ...)?
Simple: look for a small island in the middle of the sea, possibly circular, possibly circumcamminabile in fifteen minutes, possibly surrounded by beautiful coral reefs to explore in depth and surface snorkelmuniti 'mutamuniti.
Caqalai (pronounced Thangalai).
Simply perfect. Only thing
unpacking time. Despite the rainy season is over for a long retinue has some obviously well thought of spoiling the situation.
But maybe it 'was better'. I assure you that I was more 'long would be been difficult to come off clear water in which fish swam multicolored, transparent shrimp resting on sea anemones waving in the gentle and warm current from the white tip sharks (hence safe), giant rays flapping on the bottom, graceful turtles that appear from the depths, shoals of barracuda, napoleon fish, the ever-present mangiacorallo beaked parrot fish, clown fish, the delicate memory of Disney, beautiful blue starfish.
I would have probably got a nice burn lying on the golden sand made of tiny flakes of coral, in a delicate coconut tree, sipping
te 'afternoon and watching sunsets and the dawn of fire.
presence was probably I would have set up business by creating beautiful bracelets, necklaces and anklets of shells.
Or maybe carving wooden masks.
I would have taken a diploma in waterspout.
Southern Gone are the days in which to move from one place to another, it takes hours and hours. Thirty minutes by boat.
And here we reach Levuka, Lomaiviti, the center of Fiji.
The ancient capital and 'a lovely town remained miraculously intact since the colonial era. Pretty streets lined with wooden shops.
The old cinema
church.
city life 'is clearly linked to the sea and not only for the presence of a factory producing canned tuna, which sometimes fragrant aroma fills the streets.
Water Works.
A peak model nightmares worthy of Indiana Jones.
a strong presence in India, in shops and in other places around the city '.
The old council chamber. The means of
public transport and '- views of the dirt roads - a truck, a van pool where you load people and belongings.
But what 'hits the island,' the lust of the green. Dark, deep. The trails are little more 'that tracks open with machetes.
and going between the plantations and kassa kava
with some stops in refreshing pools
It reaches heights from which to enjoy breathtaking views of the island mystery
and then return in the evening with good music and a drink of kava.
The departure from the island and 'charming, with passages from one boat to another, a procession of people who charge packs, bags, baskets of vegetables walking on the beach.
The last image of the island and 'disturbing, topped by dark clouds and dense rain.
There 's time to stop, new experiences waiting for me, demonstrating the friendly Fijian hospitality.
A fellow teacher in the Sunday promenade. Do not tell me what is not 'a suit !
From a few chats on the bus comes an invitation to know the family Tui.
Music and kava into the night. Skip the light? Sega na league (I know it sounds vaguely politicized, but it means no problem), it goes to the oil lamp. The spontaneous celebration
best I've ever met. We were not even in Iran!
One last thought about Iran.
My heart aches, I managed to contact Lida, Mehdi, Reza Mehran. Only some of the friends I had known in that wonderful country and that I had opened their hearts (as well as' their home). The situation, as we know, and 'difficult. Extremely difficult. Lida according to Tehran took part in the demonstrations, and ' was arrested and beaten, two of his friends were killed. Police released photos of forcing people to make awards, and then taking a new arrests. They are afraid to tell what happens by e-mail 'cause they know they are controlled. Internet and among other things' was blocked for days, but they manage to find a way to communicate. And now 'irreversible. I do not know if I told you, but the fashion and mobile phones in Iran 'similar to the Italian. Everyone has one or more 'mobile phones, often with built-in camera and video camera. The material then is there. On You-Tube video of the events are on Facebook there are several groups of information and numerous contacts. It must not fail our support.
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