Good morning Mister Sunshine (you brighten up my day)

Day 150 – Pacific Harbour, Fiji Islands

The sun is peaking back today, so I took a few more pictures, notably of the very different palm trees arrayed in the grounds. Except the coconut palm tree, I don’t know their name, but they are striking in their differences. (And there are different species of coconut palm trees, so!)

I’m having a last lunch at my beach resort before taking the bus to Nadi. Of course, with the nice weather, I would love to go swimming… but everything is packed and in the luggage storage locker.

I added a picture of my bed hooking system: since I seldom have a side table, I found some aluminium S-shaped hooks (thank you Muji), and what I don’t want to leave on the floor, I hang on the hook: bracelet, cable, phone, watch… I also found a small bag with a pincer, originally a can holder for a car, but I can stuff a pack of tissues and my glasses in it.

Travel tip: a hooking system

Of course, it depends on my having the bottom bunk and the upper bunk having a place to slide the hooks.

I should also think about taking them in the bathroom as extra hanging hooks for my stuff.

Speaking of glasses, it took me three months and walking on a neighbouring sleeper’s glasses to realize that I could use the extra, rigid glass case (that I was using as a small objects’ storage box in my backpack) to store them at night and stuff them under my pillow. (That was before the can holder discovery.) Actually, I think it is a pencil case (Muji again), I’m not sure, but I bought it as a spare glass case, so there it is.

The invisible critter struck again last night, that time at 4 am. The rustling of the bag woke me up, and I’m afraid a few other people, though nobody said a thing. I ended up taking the bag outside and storing it in the trash bin for the night, looking inside to find a hole in the bag itself. So I guess my night visitor wasn’t stuck inside but making its way inside.

It also made its way into a pack of crackers, so this morning I threw that away, threw the bag also (a shame, it was a nicely thick plastic bag that I had used for groceries since I got it in Coober Peddy), and ate the last pack of cracker.

So the mystery is resolved: a rodent of some kind made its way into my bag and didn’t take the previous night’s action as a no.

If anything notable happens in the next day or so, I will write before leaving Fiji, but otherwise, my next article my well be from New Zealand.

(Title courtesy of a song I like.)