Three Years in Suva - Fiji

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I feel we are all islands - in a common sea.     

Anne Morrow Lundbergh

Yes. For three years I called this small port town in deep South Pacific my home, it's #Suva. The new home. Came to this city three years ago for a project and thanking the VPCL management and directors for inviting me in your house.
Vinaka (thank you).

The metropolis is what I can describe. Very urbane. Almost people from most countries have some connection to this historic town. 
The new capital. I'd say, it's a magical place. The starry nights and poignant evenings, the wetty Suva rains and might be a strong contender of the 'windy city' from Chicago.

Suva has a bit of everything in bits and pieces of the world, and people who have come here to rather add. 'I was here'. 

More coming.











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