The number of web updates is increasing at an alarming rate due to more access to the internet. Yesterday (Friday night) I was supposed to go out partying, but my ears were really hurting so instead I went to bed at 6:00 pm. This proved to be a good decision because at 8:00 am somebody started pressure washing the outside of the house right beside the window. When I rolled over, I noticed that two strange men were standing a foot from the window and decided to wake up. This was my first real Saturday in Suva, since I have never ventured downtown during the day. It is market day so the entire city was CRAZY packed with people. I had to go and get my bag repaired because it is shredded, so I brought it to a little stall. The man had to re-sew it up by hand and actually did it with a crochet needle, which was quite neat. While he was at work I went to do the weekly shopping. The market only offers what is in season, so my plans of avocados for guacamole were ruined. I did, however, get some pineapples which will eventually make yummy upside-down cake. I managed to get totally fleeced at every stall, knowingly paying too much for the items, but didn't really care enough to point this out. I think I need to work on being assertive when people try to cheat me...for now I just grumble and walk away. Left the market with my repaired bag full of potatoes, onions, garlic, pineapple, chilis, lettuce, tomatos, bananas and mystery jam. This should suffice for the week, although some subsequent fillers will need to be picked up from the supermarket. Walking around the market is always delightful because there is some WEIRD stuff. Huge fish heads are randomly found, along with live crabs and octopus. I found the octopus extremely interesting and if it had been alive I would have bought one, made it my pet and taught it how to do mathematics (cephalopods are EXTREMELY intelligent).
On the way home I met Jason at the coffee shop and forced him to go to work so that I could play on the computer. On the way we passed a skanky looking ferris wheel. Despite my protests, we ended up going for a ride on the rust-moblie. Unlike most ferris wheels at home that are designed to give a comfortable, slow ride...this ferris wheel was the "Wheel of DEATH" and decided to turn at extremely high speeds. It was sort of like the "Zipper", but withough the full cages. After 5 minutes of vomit-inducing motion our ride was complete and we were surprisingly still alive. I'm still queasy from the whole experience, although proud to have kept my Iced Mocha down. There will be no more carnival rides on this trip, as I do not believe Fiji actually has safety regulations.
The picture is just there for all you arachnaphobes...it was also my excuse for not doing dishes for an entire day.
Oh yeah and for all you people who want to see something really gross this is what my foot looks like...Posted by Sierra at May 17, 2002 09:04 PM