Is it jet lag, a cold, flu, or just Fiji crud?

Ugh!

Since we returned from Fiji, I have been paying the price for ten days of delight.  Not sure what it is, but I can't seem to get enough sleep.

I caught some kind of sniffles, catarrh, or other yucky nose and throat ailment.  After I drove us back to Little Rock, I slept for a solid 36 hours.  I have been taking two to four naps per day since that sleep binge.  Happily, I now have a new helper.

Of course, I can't show pictures of our kitten (as yet unnamed) while I am napping, but here are her credentials as a nap helper.

Suggestions for names for nameless will be gratefully read.

She also helps with internet communications.

She's not bad at helping to pay bills either.

Well, that's it for this post.  A pillow on my bed is calling my name.

Last Fiji log -- 3 June 2015

Fiji log -- 2015 farewell

     Writing this from New Mexico.  We left Wananavu yesterday amid tumultuous farewells.  The staff, the divers, the band all came to say good bye, hug us and say how much they hoped we would return.  Those hopes are shared by everyone of the group.
     We got hugs from the whole dive crew -- Enrique most of all.

     Sometime during our trip to Suva and the shark dive, I collected the crud.  It has colored everything I do, making me dragged out and tired.  Even a short walk gets me out of breath.  I am taking the recommended medicines and they help, but slowly.
     Chuck, Niko and a couple of others went fishing our last day.  They could not dive, then hop on an airplane and fly at 40,000 feet without risking depth sickness.  Niko caught a big fish and someone caught one too.

That fish looked really good on the buffet and tasted better.

     The night we left, there was a Fiji style luau.  Meat was cooked in a "lovo" pit and served on a lovely buffet.





     After eating and kava, a group of traditional dancers demonstrated Fijian songs and dances.

Women's fan dance

 Don't remember what the men did.  But it was energetic as Hell and they seemed to have a great time.

 The party was topped off by a Conga line that managed to get most of us dancing.  No one was able to get a picture of me demonstrating that I really can't dance.

     The bus ride back to Nadi did not seem as long as the ride out.  After being dropped off and collecting our luggage, we began sharing weight.  Fran and I were under quite a bit so we were able to stash some of the things our friends collected.  Fiji Airlines is very picky about the weight and number of pieces.
     I remembered the flight out being rough.  Coming home was no better.  The seats are just wrong.  Even stretching out didn't help.  The food was worse than any other airline food I remember.  Flavors were off and what wasn't bland was over-salted.
     Landing at LAX, we went through the new, automated passport control.  It took longer than the old way and we still had to stop at a passport control agent, so no time saved, more annoyance contrived.  The group got together and headed for Southwest's terminal.  It was about a ten minute walk for Fran and I.  Quite a few people elected to take the shuttle, but the weather was fine and walking worked a few of the kinks from that eleven hour flight from Nadi.
     Since we returned, I've been among the walking dead, taking four naps a day and sleeping all night.  The crud is slowly being defeated, whether by the medicine or my body is questionable.  I will not be sorry to see it gone.

And that's it.

I'm going back to bed!