Heh. Um, not so much.
On the other hand, I have been to Fiji. I honeymooned there a decade ago.
I’d love to go back.
It’s a fascinating place on multiple levels. Geographically, it’s pretty much your stereotypical Island Paradise. Beaches, palm trees, beautiful country. It’s also the place where I saw the largest spider I’ve ever seen in the wild. (Size of my hand, on a web six feet across.) So it’s great to tramp around.
The people are also incredibly friendly. The “bula!” stories above are very true. If you’re a social person, you’ll be in heaven. Make conversation with anybody.
Socio-politically, and historically, it’s also really, really interesting. The way it was explained to us during our tour of the national museum, the islands were held and administered by the British. The governor at the time felt somewhat paternalistically protective of the locals, so for the grunt labor, he imported a bunch of folks from India, a conveniently sort-of-local British colony. And later, as the British were releasing the country and moving out, the constitution was written in such a way that the native population would hang onto their property. This prevented the phenomenon you see in coastal Mexico and other tourist-oriented locations, where rich foreigners (individuals or corporations) buy up all the premium land, and turn the native population into hired serfs in their own country. In Fiji, many of the resorts are owned and operated by foreign outfits, but the land they sit on is actually leased from locals. The resort where I stayed was apparently collectively owned by the residents of a neighboring village.
One side effect of this arrangement: After the British left, a whole lot of the imported Indian labor stayed. As the constitution prevents them from owning anything significant, they have wound up continuing to do a lot of the work, but not owning their stores, or hotels, or whatever. This has created some political tension in the country; you probably remember hearing about the coup a few years ago.
I’m probably remembering some of the details wrong (or they were given to us tourists in an inaccurately simplified form), but I think the big picture is more or less correct. Regardless, it’s a fascinating place.
The one thing I found disappointing was the food. It’s what you would expect from a former colony without much of an agricultural base: most of the raw foodstuffs are brought in by boat, based on tourist and imported-labor demand. Lots of Asian influence (Chinese food, curries, etc) and Western-friendly dishes (steaks and hamburgers). Our resort had some fresh fish caught by coastal natives, but it was prepared according to imported recipes.
Things to do: Wander. Meet people. Play it by ear. Except for visiting the national museum in the capital, stay out of the cities; try to find somebody to take you to the smaller towns and villages. Snorkel and/or dive. Wander some more. It’s a low-key, slow-energy place; let yourself be influenced by the environment.
P.S. At the museum, one display was a major highlight: “Here are the boots of the first Methodist missionary to visit Fiji … and here is the bowl we ate him in.”