Fiji Water Not in a Bottle

Chief Paul waiting for Emma Roben's to come on down.

We arrived at SavuSavu around noon after a 16 hour ferry ride.  We then climbed into three vans and bounced down dirt roads for an hour before reaching our rubber rafts that chariotted us to the ship Tui Tai.  Tricia, it reminded me of a board you were on in Thailand.  As we pulled up guitars played accompanied by the boat crew singing us a welcome song.  Not a bad intro.

Dinner was served at a table that seats 18 with cloth napkins and waitstaff.  I sat at a table of well-known videographers, producers, and TV personalities with the calm blue seas gently cradling our fun ship surrounded by massive volcano rocks.  I tried playing it cool like the others sitting at the table who have often been in the presence of much natural beauty.  But truthfully, I was busting at the seams.

We later take the rafts back to land, travel another hour down a dirt road passing waving pedestrians as we go.  We hike 20 minutes with camera equipment and bathing suits to get some B roll for the film.

Did I jump from the rig under the crystal clear Fiji waterfall?  More surprising did the co-producer, Jo Ruxton?  You bet we did.