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FiJi<br />
Finding Value<br />
In Paradise<br />
Ryley Hartt<br />
I’m lying supine against the trunk of a fallen coconut tree on<br />
my own private beach at Jean Michel Cousteau Fiji Resort<br />
(www.fijiresort.com). A gentle breeze rustles the palm<br />
fronds overhead, carrying the sweet smell of frangipani<br />
blossoms and small roadside brush fires in its vectors.<br />
There is a saying here that the coconuts have eyes, that they<br />
always manage to avoid people, though I am skeptical. A<br />
google search reveals one hundred and fifty coconut-related<br />
RYLEY HARTT<br />
Meke at Tau Village<br />
deaths reported annually worldwide. None so far at Cousteau.<br />
The sunlight strikes the crystalline water and charges it with<br />
lambent color. Here I could easily exhaust my allotted word<br />
count on a single tide pool, pontificating on the differences between<br />
viridian and lapis lazuli etc., but if you’ll meet me<br />
halfway I think we can do this in three words—electric copper<br />
green—and move on. Similarly, I could drum up a million ways<br />
to describe the white beach sand I’m resting on, but it would<br />
be far more interesting to report that most of it is coral, pulverized<br />
and passed through the digestive chamber of a parrotfish.<br />
Indeed, I spent nearly an hour before breakfast<br />
watching them gnaw on the reef with their deceptively rugged<br />
beaked dentition. A single fish can produce up to a ton of sand<br />
in one year. Knowing that our appreciation of nature is always<br />
culturally derived, I guess it would suffice to say that Fiji looks<br />
a lot like a Corona ad, but that wouldn’t give you anything to<br />
think about the next time you’re cleaning out the fish tank or<br />
the litter box.<br />
I am really trying to construct something roughly chronological<br />
here, but the concept of “Fiji time” isn’t really programmed<br />
for chronological. It’s been 6 days since I arrived and<br />
in that time I’ve been presented with 5 seashell necklaces, 6<br />
garlands of flowers, 7 perfumed face cloths and 15 bowls of<br />
kava (high tide, i.e. full to the max, mercifully not all in one sitting).<br />
At least 8 songs have been sung in my honor and I’ve<br />
been coaxed onto 3 massage tables where I spent 2.5 hours<br />
wondering what my face would look like to someone staring<br />
up at the padded doughnut. I have gone through 2 scuba tanks<br />
and 2 sleeves of golf balls. The promise of a “unique and authentic<br />
experience,” the same one that usually triggers my<br />
fight or flight instinct, has been paid many times over. My<br />
memory card is full, and I am not talking about bytes.<br />
When you are selling Fiji to clients, bear in mind that they<br />
are increasingly seeking out experiences, not just destinations.<br />
They can probably imagine what the beaches look like.<br />
Chances are they’ve read about the friendly people and already<br />
know how to say bula, vinaka, and “No more Fiji Bitter, I’ll take<br />
a Heineken please.” I doubt they’d expect to be greeted by<br />
name right off the plane, engaged by locals everywhere they<br />
go and invited to dinner or to drink kava in a song circle with<br />
their new friend from the resort staff. Fiji is already a wellknown<br />
destination for honeymooners and couples (about 80<br />
percent of American visitors), but is underappreciated by the<br />
FIT and family markets that its laid-back, effusive personality<br />
truly caters to. Mention that childcare is dirt-cheap, engaging,<br />
and thus guilt-free at most resorts.<br />
For FITs there are no roped-off viewing areas and no phony<br />
52 ASIA & THE SOUTH PACIFIC WWW.<strong>JAXFAX</strong>.COM FEBRUARY 2010