Up at about 9am to catch a plane to Nadi, Fiji. (Nadi is pronouced "Narndi". Turns out there is a silent "n" in front of every "d" in Fijian.) Booked a ticket on the "Airbus", a bus that shuttles people from various city locations to the airport. It was supposed to run every 20 min but from ten-thirty to ten past eleven, didn't see one. So I got a refund on my ticket - to the displeasure of the sales girl - and caught a taxi with a couple of other people.
The flight on Air Pacific, Fiji's airline, was just like any other I have been on. There were subtle differences in the way the crew presented the emergency procedures, but otherwise it could have been a Qantas flight.
On entering Nadi's terminal, we were greeted with a couple of local fellas singing and playing guitars; something akin to what you might see in a movie involving Hawaii. It was the first real culturally-different experience of my holiday so far.
Checked into a hostel called the "Nadi Bay Hotel". The place is more like a resort than a hotel, and for "backpackers" at that.