This evening we escaped the one channel of television viewing. Of course we were back in time for Shortland Street, but we dodged some of the Sunday Christian viewing. In preference we went to watch a plane take off at the airport. This seems to be a local hobby, much like watching when ships wash up on, or attempts are made to rescue ships on the reef. The airport security is pretty casual so the view was panoramic. Many people licked a finger to try to ascertain wind direction (so they could knowledgably predict the direction the plane would take off in). Some even waved, and I am happy for the passengers on the plane that they could not see the pilots wave back.
Then I waited for the impassioned bus driver/ scooter drivers to hurl themselves vent-a-terre racing the plane, just like in Top Gun, and maybe the end credits when the plane took off. But that didn’t happen and no-one told Iceman that he could be wingman anytime.
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so was your arrival at the airport in raro anything like my 5am arrival in nadi entertainment wise? i'm sure you would have mentioned it if it was.
I didn't see the entertainers, but there was someone rocking the drum machine and a ukulele.
There are ukuleles for sale here, but they seem a bit expensive dammit.
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