Fiji beaches may be beautiful but that doesn’t capture everyday living.
Sometimes, there are parts of Fiji that are challenging. That’s ok because I still love living here! But this post is designed to share some of the more difficult sides to living in Fiji, to help prepare incoming expats for what to expect.
Where I live
This is my fence. It protects us from bad guys and dogs.
This is my verandah. I like that we can see the ocean if we peak through the trees. It’s a nice daily reminder that we live in Fiji.
The annoying thing about my verandah is that it’s plagued by birds. They fly around the neighbourhood, collect rubbish, and bring it to our verandah. Weekly I have to get rid of egg shells, fruit and dead lizards.
A friend recommended we hang CD’s to scare the birds away. We did this. It did not scare the birds away. Now we look like weirdos.
This is the beach near my house. It’s used as an unofficial rubbish tip. You should not swim here. I am scared to go anyway, because of dogs.
How’s the serenity?
We live in an industrial neighbourhood. We were a bit worried when we first moved here because no-one wants to live next to giant factories but it’s actually made the area awesome because there are security guards outside every building making our street super safe…
Except for the dogs. They make their owners safe but no one else. During one afternoon stroll that lasted a total of 3 minutes, I was chased by 6 dogs. Also, they can bark all night if it’s a full moon.
Mostly, my neighbours are very friendly because #fiji but sometimes, some neighbours make poor choices. Like my neighbours who sit and rev their trucks for 30 minutes every morning for who knows what reasons, and the ones that decide to burn their trash in their front yard, despite the fact that rubbish collection is twice a week.
This is my garbage bin. It has no lid (hence the bird problem). It is raised from the ground due to dogs.
Regularly a car comes around slamming its horn for twenty minutes. It’s just a ute collecting glass bottles but the first time we heard it, it was making such a huge amount of noise we thought it was a tsunami warning.
Route to work
This is my bus. It likes to play loud music in an attempt to both:
a) make me feel upbeat
b) destroy my ear drums.
It releases a lot of fumes. If you google my bus on the internet, you will see photos of it on fire.
If I am feeling tired or sick, I take a taxi. By law, seat belts are compulsory only for people who sit in the front therefore I have never seen a seat belt in the back of a taxi.
Here are the markets in town where we buy fresh fruit and vegetables. When you buy food it doesn’t look like it does at home. No perfect round lemons or perfect orange mandarins. But it’s better and healthier because this food comes straight from the farmer.
These are the fish. We would only buy fish very early in the morning because it can’t be stored in ice and there are flies.
This is my supermarket. It’s pretty good but once I saw a pigeon living here.
This is the fire exit today.
Also there was a stage where there were consistently bugs in the flour. I threw a few packets out but then I thought we’d just have to deal with it forever so now I just sift all the flour to remove bugs. Don’t tell my husband.
Is awesome, but I can’t write about it online.
And that my friends, is just some of life in Fiji.