Archive for December, 2007
Its after 1am. Do you know where your taxi is?
Posted by Wilson in festival, taxi, tipsntricks on December 26, 2007
Its the festive season, and late night clubbing is in full swing. After an evening full of music, dance and saliva exchanging, closing time brings with it a unique challenge that everyone who doesn’t have pre-arranged transport home face.
Catching your very own taxi.
Unlike overseas, where cars are about as affordable as a flat screen television, transport is something of a luxury that the lucky few have access to, the rest of us reduced to mere zombies straggling the side of the road in an attempt to convince any taxi driver that we are the ones worth paying for their now much needed service.
There are a few times in a day when taxi drivers, who number in the hundreds making competition something of a life or death situation, can afford to be picky with who they take on as passengers. During peak shopping hours (the shopper with the most plastic bags is more likely to be staying the furtherest away from town), a little after 5pm (all white collar workers are duly marked and picked), and of course, nightclub closing time.
As with the previously mentioned peak times, taxi drivers take their own sweet time, picking out potentially paying passengers who don’t look like they’ll :
a) Vomit onto the driver’s car floor/gear/brand new speakers.
b) rob you of your hard earned cash, and perhaps stick a screw driver into your side while they’re at it.
c) ask to be taken to their destination, and promptly pass out in the back seat. A search of said passenger’s pockets reveal nothing but billiard tickets and lint.
d) go through a combination of (a) (b) and (c). Nasty.
After reading the above points, it’s painfully obvious what to do to ensure that your chances of stopping a taxi are high. Of course, it doesn’t stop there. There’s quite a few more points to pay attention to. It’s almost an art really.
1) Get out of the Clubs early.
I know, leaving early when the whole scene has hit its peak is like, well, I’ll leave the comparison to you. But exiting before everyone else does have its advantages. Key 3 words of this point? BEFORE EVERYONE ELSE. Its as simple as that. Beat the competition by being first out of the clubs, at anytime before 1am, therefore making it easier for the taxi drivers to pick you and you alone. Let the rest of them fight it over after closing time
2) Try not to look like a Drunk Fuck.
Hmmm, guess you didn’t take the first point to heart. Oh well, not to worry, you still have a fair chance of catching a taxi – if you sober up abit first. No taxi driver in their right mind is going to stop for someone who’s retching their guts out onto the pavement, though they do make exceptions if said vomitter was a hot chick. However, do note that a taxi driver’s self preservation comes to heart when considering a passenger, and if you’re found to be a total drunk fuck, then consider yourself demoted to ‘yet another transportless douche bag.’
3) Have a girl with you. They help
Generally, stopping taxis involve a number of people, namely you and your friends. You can increase your chances of stopping a taxi if you have a member of the fairer sex by your side (or if you are a girl, then you don’t need to be reading this point since you’ve already got your ride home), since taxi drivers see female companions as a sign that these guys most probably won’t be interested in trouble. Guy(s) + Girl = Safe Passengers! Works like a charm.
4) Move away from the Competition.
It’s simple really. When you exit the clubs, try moving to a spot that isn’t choked up with other late night patrons. The less people around you, the easier it is to be singled out. Moving towards the source of traffic and away from everyone else is always your best bet for catching a taxi.
Bear in mind that the above pointers are not absolute guarantees that you will have taxis clambering over each other to get to you (unless you’re Paris Hilton), but heeding their wise advice should make it easier on you to obtain a paid ride home.
Of course, there will always be the X-Factor, where, even though you’re as drunk as hell, can’t recall your name, and have little green fairies showing you the way home, miracle of all miracles, some taxi driver will stop his cab and kindly open the door for you. These events do happen, though rarely, and it is best to take advantage of the moment, albit carefully.
Above all, remember to enjoy yourself this upcoming new year and be safe. We need our readers in one piece for the next year. For the Ego boost and all.
December is a Busy Month. As well as a Christmas one :)
What can I say, Fiji Time certainly has its nefarious grip on us all. Tourists and all.
I would be wrong in saying that December has been a quiet month, since the number of posts has slowed down to a crawl. Quite the opposite in-fact. While work has been keeping me on my toes and away from slumberland, stuff’s being a-happening here in Fiji …
1) Digital Fiji pointed out that the eye in the sky NORAD has tracked Santa flying over Fiji. I guess the fact that me not receiving my Christmas wish list in the mailbox means that I wasn’t as good a boy as I had previously thought.
2) The Fiji Times is going to continue slave-driving/printing their paper into Christmas day! A tradition that was kept for 138 years will be broken due to promises of appearing on Santa’s good list for anyone working overtime. I wish I worked there.
3) Fiji had a hurricane. Viti Levu is spared the bedlam because of the opening of the new MHCC in the capital. Vanua Levu applies for a Wal Mart license.
4) The Methodist Church in Labasa bans kava and smoking during this festive season. Babasiga notes that after Christmas, it’s back to ‘normal’. Indeed.
5) I made a post awhile ago about how a local blog war is sure to start up, with the outcome pretty much predictable. Well, it looks like one is starting up, and with this particular tension, company reputation is at stake. Oceanic gets the ball rolling against fellow competitor Webmedia in an open letter over taking someone else’s work and “…passed it off as your own…” This is going to be interesting…
So, it is with slow and deliberately clumsy fingers on the keyboard that I wish you all, a very merry Christmas, and here’s hoping that you’ll stave off the effects of alcohol to make it to the new year celebration.
How’s your Christmas going so far?
Of 4 hour bus rides and Cheap Chinese Lollies
Sometimes, an outside view on the life in Fiji makes for a welcome read, since most things brought to the attention of the reader are often things that many of us won’t give a second thought to. Blogger cieart (with a small ‘c’ mind you) of Broken Coconut can attest to that. Although being locally born and bred, she’s spent the last two years living (read: adjusting hehe ) in Australia, and has only just recently made the mecca back to her homeland.
And while the usual sights and sounds made themselves known to her, bringing back pangs of nostalgia (“…that so called 10 minute wait at Sigatoka bus stand which turns into 30 minutes because goodness knows where the bus driver or the checker went…ah, it was good to be back!”), eventually, she started to notice the little things that made her stop and say WTF!
A few pointers from the list include:
- The price of groceries – I was visiting some family friends and i decided to make trifle which cost me almost $30 to make! I could not believe that for 1l of cream it cost me $12 and can of fruites were around $4 each.
- At the age of 29 I got asked for ID @ O’Reillys!
- Customer service or lack of.
Of course, home is always home, lolo kai with rice and all, so there was another list that was drawn up of things that will be sorely missed on the return trip back to Australia, my favourite lol’ed entry being Comsol.
Read the full post here and find yourself nodding your head in agreement, then shaking your head in amazement.
Never a dull moment in Fiji ain’t it.
Was there a moment you experienced with a shrug, but your not-local friend found amazing/awesome/disturbing?
Our Christmas Poll is in!

And the results I must say, isn’t much of a surprise. For anyone and everyone who has been around Fiji for at least one Christmas, the overwhelming good tidings spirit can be seen and felt in two forms:
1) Alcohol, and the effects there after…
2) Lovo, and the food that’s consumed there after…
To be fair, both activities do go hand in hand, (massive generalization here, don’t send emails asking where I get my facts from, they are usually observed, not recorded) and are usually accomplished either one after the other, or at the same time, depending on how religious your father is. However, the closer you are to either the teenage years, or an alcoholic friend (whichever comes first), the more likely you, and everyone else around you is likely to indulge in the good ol’ happy juice.
image source: www.rayjeanne.comFamily get-togethers are almost always marked by a significant event, Christmas being the primary reason (though fundraising for a cause via the trusty bowl a.k.a. gunusede is another), and where there be families, there will be also food. Or lovo food to be exact. (ZOMG there’s a wikipedia entry!) The mainstay of all local family gatherings, lovo food generally spells death for countless pigs, chicken and healthy green dalo leaves everywhere, as the backyard hole is fired up once again, and the familiar smell of smoke and service station firewood permeates the senses, leaving behind a growling stomach and wishful thinking.
A small percentage really don’t bother with Christmas, considering it either a commercial ploy to get you to spend your hard earned cash, an excuse to stay home and catch up with the zzzzs, or simply an extra day to swipe the bowl. Whatever suits them to a T.
In the end, while our little poll may not be of Tebbutt quality, at the very least we are given a small peak as to how exactly do the cannibals here go about celebrating their Christmas. Of course, next on the local celebratory calendar – New Year.
Now that one’s guaranteed to be a cracker
Was there a Christmas where you actually didn’t do one of the above mentioned activities?
Sit at home and watch shit fly.

Yes ladies and gentlemen, it’s that time of the year again where Fiji experiences the joys of mother nature and what she has to offer, namely in the form of a Hurricane called Daman. Thats right, if the geniuses at Fiji Meterological Services get this one right, by tomorrow night, Fiji will be adding yet another historic event to its logbook.
A cursory glance at the above picture will show how Hurricane Daman, when formed, was travelling away from Fiji. Somehow, along that trip in the opposite direction, Daman decided, “You know what? It would be fun to say hello to Fiji on behalf of dear ol’ mummy. After all, they do have interesting beer. Or so I’ve heard…” Next thing you know, Fiji gets a hurricane, and a weird sounding one at that.
They’re moving the tourists from the smaller islands back to Nadi, which sounds like a safe plan, though I’m wondering about the poor guys left behind on the island.
And this hurricane can’t even get its timing right, choosing to visit just on the eve of Friday night for crying out aloud. There goes most people’s night out. Mine included.
On a more interesting by-note, the local Meteorological Services name their hurricanes in alphabetical order. Their last hurricane was called Cliff, with the current one Daman, and they’ve already planned ahead with the next hurricane christened Elisha.
Its a rather comforting feeling knowing that the National Meteorological Services has the country’s best interest at heart by naming hurricanes before they arrive. Be prepared, as they say.
Because Hurricanes often have a soft spot for Fiji, it’s often hard to imagine life without one. A friend of mine was chatting me from Singapore, and he found hurricanes intriguing.
Friend: Oh dear. You’re getting a hurricane?
Me: Bah. No biggie. We get them all the time. (Which isn’t far from the truth…if the truth were to be stretched abit…)
Friend: jeez.
Me: Don’t you guys get hurricanes?
Friend: Hehe, just monsoon. Lots of rain. Like you said, no biggie.
Me: Ahh glad to hear that.
Friend: From the sound of things, you seem to be on the worser side of things.
(pause)
Friend: So…what exactly do you do during a hurricane?
Me: Hmmm. Sit at home and watch shit fly.
Friend: Ahh.
What else do you do during a hurricane?





















































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