18 (Sat) April 2015
from street stall [takeaway]
in my room (Tanoa International Hotel)
Personal Deviation + Mission to Nadi + Personal Deviation : Day 3 (see previously 6.101 Bula Shrimp).
Arrived yesterday morning, here through next Friday to attend a conference — more details to come.
This is my second visit to Fiji (see most recently 5.180 Mahi Mahi with Snake Beans…).
After last night’s epic kava session, I fell asleep around midnight and didn’t open my eyes until 1800 this evening. Even then, though wide awake, getting up was a monumental struggle. Neither lassitude nor lethargy in the traditional sense, no headache or other hangover effects, just an utter lack of will to function. If not for an overarching desire to maximize the opportunities for food exploration during my limited stay here, I would’ve stayed in bed for at least another 18 hours. This may explain “Fiji time.”
As a reward for my efforts, I had the rare privilege of experiencing Fijian street eats.
Alas, the food itself wasn’t all that great. The only good part was the egg, nicely crisp on the underside. The chop was a tad dry in texture, gamy in flavor. The sausage was unpleasantly mealy, too much filler. The cucumber and lettuce were flimsy, wilted. The cassava was objectively okay, but not my thing. Oh well.