"Drowning in tiny children" now there's an expression you don't hear every day! I can imagine. Even you, lovely mother figure that you are, might have found it a bit overwhelming. No, nothing was popped into my basket, as it was a cube shaped box that had a lid. I think after thousands of opening and closings of the lid, the woven hinges gave up the ghost! I did use it as a handbag for a while, but somewhere along the way it got left behind. Shame, it was a beautifully intricate woven pattern. I'm glad I took a photo of Jim, considering there was so much to photograph, and in those days, film was limited.
This was a fun story. I can just imagine the two of you on the road with no idea of where you would stay or what you would eat. Love the pictures!
Thanks Mimi. Well, what can you expect from a girl who leaves Canada with a spare $50 to go to Australia with? Such a sensible girl, not!!
I thought something would be popped in your empty basket on the busy bus. From your description
I could feel the heat and hear the busy bustle that is a natural expression of colourful Fijian life.
Gentleman John looks a rather handsome chap.
Glad he respected you. Many such encounters don't go that way but some do but we only hear of the bad outcomes.
I met a Figian and got chatting on the train to my College in Guildford from Aldershot.
He was in the military but he new more Shakespeare than I did and I was at drama school.
I rather shocked my parents by inviting him home.
I was 17. He asked me to be his wife and said I'd be a princess in Fiji.
He took me to meet his sister in law who was drowning in tiny children. Seeing her life was a learning curve I didn't want.
I ended the friendship abruptly but he was a beautiful young man.
I could have had a very different life in the sun.
"Drowning in tiny children" now there's an expression you don't hear every day! I can imagine. Even you, lovely mother figure that you are, might have found it a bit overwhelming. No, nothing was popped into my basket, as it was a cube shaped box that had a lid. I think after thousands of opening and closings of the lid, the woven hinges gave up the ghost! I did use it as a handbag for a while, but somewhere along the way it got left behind. Shame, it was a beautifully intricate woven pattern. I'm glad I took a photo of Jim, considering there was so much to photograph, and in those days, film was limited.