My regular pilgrimage to the Raiwaqa police station met with the usual response. I have noticed they regularly ask how long I am staying in Fiji, and I am beginning to suspect they intend to wait me out. Today an officer named Tui asked me the same question and then blatantly suggested that when I left I might like to give him the camera. I said it looked to me as if he already had it. He looked slightly alarmed, and assured me it was safely locked up. I went through once more my litany of how much I needed it. and demanded that they give it back, pointing out as usual that I needed it for work etc… and adding that I also needed my clothing and shoes, as I could not afford to replace them having been screwed by my ex landlord.
He promised to consult and call me back. Yeah right. I am still hopeful of getting the 828 back eventually, but maybe I am doomed. I am feeling very fatalistic and fey lately. I was particularly
resentful of the camera’s absence a few nights ago as I watched an amazing
giant red moon rise over Laucala Bay. The moon was full and I don’t believe I have
ever seen it looking so big or so red as it was just after it rose that evening. Silhouetting a
tropical palm, it would have made a great shot.