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I arrived in this tropical mangrove lair to the embrace of warm hospitality of the vegetation and clime, which chanted to me welcome home. I grew up in Lagos, a tropical mangrove vegetation climate just like the Fiji, made up of Islands called Lagos, Ikoyi, Victoria, Banana, Coconut and Takwa Bay. From the Nadi town airport, the 30 minute drive to town on the left side navigated through swamps crawling with long legged woven willow like giant plants and the breath and sights of salty lagoon. On the right side arrayed the hint of a forested density later giving way to the sparsely populated modest dotting of bungalows, behind which stood, intermittently peeping in the distance, the sleepy giant rocky mountain ridges. I was later to be introduced to them and the garden, which they guarded: “The Garden of the Sleeping Giant!”

(Scene One)
The mid afternoon sun in its sense of humour turned the pacific ocean into a white silvery gold, while the clouds above pensively view the scene in awe and the population of the coastal vegetation arise and stare in amazement at the artistry of the Fijian Sun.

(Scene Two)
The Clouds wrap there arms around the Rock head of the mountain ridge in a warm smothering hug. The embrace of heaven and earth, mother and child.

To see more of the Fiji Island go to Pages Fiji Islands: Paradise Found