And Moce Fiji.

Cliff, laying in the hammock on the beach in Nadi. He left to go to the airport about a half hour after that, to join up with everyone else from the US (their programs set up their flights) on their trip back home.

Today was surreal. When we first arrive in Nadi I had a whole debacle with losing my wallet and then battling with Indian cab drivers to get it back, which was ultimately successful but made me hate Nadi a bit more. My problems with Nadi are mostly that you get hassled to buy things, along with the leering towards all women, and it makes me sad that spending my last few days in Fiji in Nadi has made me want to leave Fiji. But, I know that that's just a consequence of being here before I leave, and won't sour the overall experience at all.

Last night everybody in our group spent our last few hours together, punctuated by drunk foreign backpackers bothering us. But we still had quality time together. Then, a taxi van came, everything got packed up, and boom, they were gone. Now it was just me, Joel, and Junior (a local boy from the Solomon Islands who's gotten to be good friends with us and came to say bye). We were all sad so we sat up on a porch drinking fiji bitter stubbies until we saw their plane go off over us, and I got too upset and went to bed.

Having people leave in phases is helpful, I guess. But it leaves a awful empty feeling when you're one of the only ones left, in a place that isn't even really Fiji anymore. I'm not sure what to think. I'm next.