I was having lunch at a lovely little café in Fiji that was right next to a roundabout. (There was a tree in the middle of the roundabout, which was lovely and had beautiful, flowing yellow blooms of flowers, and the girl working the counter didn’t know the name of it in English, and I might’ve mucked it up, but I think she called it a Vayvay tree?)
A tour bus came by the café. It was an olive green colour, with the name of the tour in giant pink and white bubble lettering on the side of the bus.
“AKBAR TOUR COMPANY”
Don’t get on!
It’s a trap!