The Wheels of Justice Grind Slowly in Fiji

I have just visited my friendly detective at Raiwaqa Police Station.  He tells me all is going well, and I should have my clothes, bags and camera back some time after the 20th of November. 


This is very frustrating.  I am glad all is going well.  But I shall have no camera for my forthcoming trips.  That is a bummer. 

About Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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