Day 7, ashore in Suva

Well I went ashore in Suva,

 they said 25 degrees and 70% humidity.  More like 28 degrees and 100% humid with spits of rain. This at 8.30am. Off I went just to walk around the town, but immediately hot mobbed, even though I had taken my cruise card off. If you are a couple this does not happen to the same extent.  As a single person,  you are vulnerable. Anyway it's easy enough to fend off the taxi drivers by saying that you are going for a walk around the town, but the hawkers are something else, and I don't want to be rude to them. One man attached himself to me for 'protection', and eventually led me into a shop selling Fijian goods. I bought a couple of item and started to head back to the ship I had had enough. I should have teamed up with others when going ashore.

 An open air fish market, the boy seemed happy to be in the photo

 Looking down the canals where fish are sold

 The other way down the canal with the Radiance of the seas in the background

 A town building

 Flying the Fijian flag on buildings

The end air market selling flowers.

 A municipal building

 Note the Fijian flag flying.

 Selling  taro in the market

 More of the market,  selling fruit and vegetables

 Back to the ship

 And there are the photographers waiting to pounce on those leaving the ship.

Lowering the lifeboats outside my window.
Fortunately the threat of tsunami was just that a threat, we should be safe mow. I have felt very slight movement in the last hour, but very minor.
Leaving Suva is always an event. I got out on the promenade deck facing the shore just as the gangway was pulled in, and the ropes cast off. Maria Carey was singing O holy night, and then the song purple rain, it was gently raining,  the as the tugs pulled us from the dock, they played Isa Leii,  the traditional departure song from Suva. I reckon Suva is one of the best places to sail away from. The shed may be in need of a paint with a worn Welcome to Suva in huge letters on the roof, but for atmosphere it is great. The dock workers, the immigration people, the customs people all stand there waving goodbye. There was even a police officer in traditional police dress waving us off, a sulu. Sorry no photos of this, my device was charging at that time.