We finally got into the nearest town to our resort on our last day in Fiji. It was called Sigatoka and we had planned to get in sooner but a dose of food poisoning Sally picked up eating ‘freshly-cooked’ snapper at the resort put paid to that.
I loved Sigatoka immediately. It was a run down town on the banks of a languid river lined with flame trees. There was a grubby bus station filled with diesel fumes and buses without windows with destination signs saying stuff like ‘Suva via highway.’ My feet start itching crazily and if I’d seen one that said ‘Suva via backroads’ I would have jumped on straight away.
Instead I took Daisy for a wander through the local markets. I hoped it would give her a taste for the excitement of travelling in the developing world and counter her disturbing appreciation for resort swimming pools and a buffet breakfast every morning.
I hope I got through to her before it was too late.
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Hi,
I have had a deep interest in buses and bus photography for over 40 years and those in the Pacific for for the last 30 having lived in Samoa since 1976.
Ive accumularted thousands of images and records of Fiji buses in the last several years and only a partial one of the on Valley Buses one depicted on your blog site and wonder whether it may be possible to get a higher resolution version. In particular I want to find out the registration. It could be AS818 BA641 or D1215 or even none of those. Whatever, it was built around 1975 and appears to be an Albion Viking, and if it hasnt aready been withdrawn may not last much longer.
Hoping you can assist in adding to my records of these old Fiji buses
Regards
Peter Trevor