(EDIT 8/20/2013: No, this blog post will not tell you how to find prostitutes in Fiji or show you pictures of them. I can, however, see what you searched for on Bing and Google to get here. I do have to thank all of you looking for Fijian prostitutes--you have made this post so popular it's now on the first page on google if you search for fijian prostitute. Thank you for giving me my claim to fame.)
We reached the town of Lautoka shortly after leaving Ba. There wasn't much to do there-the beaches were a trash dump and the mountains were too far away. So, we settled for indoor pursuits. Phil and I found our way to the movie theater and saw the new Indiana Jones movie. It was a pretty good movie. Weak plot, but a fun flick. We left the cinema for our hostel, where I had my first (I think) encounter with prostitutes.
I wanted to get a taxi, but Phil thought that the roads were populated enough to be safe. They were, except for the last two blocks to the hostel. We walked quickly and confidently and encountered no problems. Just before crossing the last intersection before our hostel, I noticed a small group of woman standing on the opposite corner with a man among them, leaning against a street sign. A woman broke off the from the crowd and met us as we crossed the road.
"You want massage?" she said.
"No thanks," I said, just before Phil said:
"Well, I don't, but he does." Thanks, Phil
She got the hint, though and returned to her street corner.
We then went out for burgers (you occasionally need a taste of home) and followed this with a trip to an indian night club. We stayed there only for a brief period of time. The bartender (a woman) asked to dance with me, but I politely declined. I wanted to leave the club. In all honesty, and as cheesy as it sounds, there's only one person I wanted to dance with, and it wasn't Phil or the bartender. But, she wasn't there and people watching is only so interesting. We let and I went to bed.
We reached the town of Lautoka shortly after leaving Ba. There wasn't much to do there-the beaches were a trash dump and the mountains were too far away. So, we settled for indoor pursuits. Phil and I found our way to the movie theater and saw the new Indiana Jones movie. It was a pretty good movie. Weak plot, but a fun flick. We left the cinema for our hostel, where I had my first (I think) encounter with prostitutes.
I wanted to get a taxi, but Phil thought that the roads were populated enough to be safe. They were, except for the last two blocks to the hostel. We walked quickly and confidently and encountered no problems. Just before crossing the last intersection before our hostel, I noticed a small group of woman standing on the opposite corner with a man among them, leaning against a street sign. A woman broke off the from the crowd and met us as we crossed the road.
"You want massage?" she said.
"No thanks," I said, just before Phil said:
"Well, I don't, but he does." Thanks, Phil
She got the hint, though and returned to her street corner.
We then went out for burgers (you occasionally need a taste of home) and followed this with a trip to an indian night club. We stayed there only for a brief period of time. The bartender (a woman) asked to dance with me, but I politely declined. I wanted to leave the club. In all honesty, and as cheesy as it sounds, there's only one person I wanted to dance with, and it wasn't Phil or the bartender. But, she wasn't there and people watching is only so interesting. We let and I went to bed.
1 comment:
Leave it to you to be hit on by the Prostitute. LOL
At least you are providing us with some great stories. I hope your experience in Fiji is as rewarding and life altering as mine was in Romania. Miss You and be safe.
Oh and sweets are always the best way so survive ;-)
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