“Where are you going? Samosa?”
“No, Samoa.”
“Ah, sorry: Somalia. That’s in Africa, right?”
Having finished my Masters Degree in the Politics and Economics of Development at the University of Bologna in northern Italy last year, I toddled off to Fiji to undertake an internship with a small environmental NGO. I will pass lightly over my time in Fiji, primarily due to the fact that, at the time, I found it hard to believe that I was actually there and my memories of the place are the dregs of a beautiful but evanescent* dream, so to speak. The office I worked in consisted of mainly very dread-locked, unwashed, tree-hugging hippy-types (presumably Lancing College old boys) who were fond of quoting nonsensical phrases such as: “many people never stop to realize that a tree is a living thing, not that different from a tall, leafy dog that has roots and is very quiet.” My time there was a little odd though thoroughly enjoyable, and I have to say Fiji is an extraordinarily beautiful country and well worth a visit.