Pizza Hut Challenge

This week I've spent playing a lot of soccer with my new friend, Adi. Today we spent the afternoon running around to what seemed like everywhere in downtown Suva - to the national soccer office so I could pick up some registration papers, to a hotel to meet her mother who works as a maid there, to one store to get passport photos for soccer, another store to pick up bandaids for the many wounds that have appeared on my feet in the last few weeks (the crappy Fijian bandaids don't really stick on, but I found some foam Band-Aid brand ones that I will be using sparingly since they're so damn expensive), and finally to go play soccer again down on the school fields. I also tried running our fitness test...hoo baby that was rough. Spring testing times may be just a wee bit unimpressive - Mich and Lacey you've been warned. Adi says there's a game on Thursday, which is very exciting. I'm guessing it'll probably get cancelled or postponed or something though, given how Fiji generally works.

After running around all day, skipping lunch and exercising a bunch, I was very excited to come home and hear that tonight the boys had decided to do a pizza eating contest. This is something that had been discussed for a while - last night we even went to have dinner at a new pizza place in town just to scope out the place (pizza was decent but it was too expensive for an eating contest). So we decided on pizza hut, since they have a special for a large pepperoni pizza for $12. Cheese is more expensive...don't ask why. So we all grabbed a bus and went downtown - Cliff, Eli, Edgar, Joel, Danny and I were all participating in the contest, while some of the other people in the Australearn program came along to have dinner and laugh at us. We all got a our own large pepperoni pizza and didn't race for time, just quantity. My strategy involved stacking two slices together to form a pizza sandwich - I figured psychologically it would help me, along with eating the largest pieces first and working my way down. Danny ripped through his pizza while running around talking to people and being goofy, and I fought through my pizza, eventually finishing it even though the last baby pieces were a true struggle. Eli finished his, but then immediately got up and puked so that kind of sours things. No one else finished! I wasn't too full, but my throat just didn't want any more pizza hut pizza and refused to keep swallowing near the end which made things a bit more difficult. I don't really like pizza hut or pepperoni on pizza, so it was bad. I drank a large fanta and came home and had some ice cream to try and soothe my throat.

The champions! Danny looking like he could eat another pizza while I sit and think long and hard about what I've done.

I'm realising that I just wrote a detailed post about me being a fatass and doing the least Fijian thing possible. Ah well. I'll do something more legitimate later this week.