What does a Pineapple Tart have to do with Fiji?
A sweet Pineapple Tart takes me back to the Fijian Highlands
During a business visit a few years back, I arrived in Nadi a day early and decided to take a four wheel drive tour into the mountains overlooking Nadi Bay
The weather had been wet for a few days and there had been some local flooding, however the tour operator decided to risk one more trip.
While on route he informed all of us of his morning adventure with his brand new vehicle having tangled with a tree!
Well I was up for an adventure and being the last to be picked up, was put in what felt like the kids seat at the back of the vehicle, because I was the smallest and most agile of the group – that was my fate.
I was unfamiliar with Fiji so I’ll not sure where we turned off, however I believe it was the road leading to Mt Batilamu or ‘Sleeping Giant’ and through the fertile Sabeto Valley.
The dirt track quickly turned to mud and we started climbing, or should I say slipping and sliding.
I was sure I was in the worst seat in the vehicle and my occasional glance out of the back window confirmed it.
The cloudbank was heavy and obscured the view, which was such a shame, nonetheless it was beautiful; the tour operator stopped and we all climbed out of the vehicle for a break.
We eventually arrived at a local village for a quick tour. The ground was a quagmire and I wondered how the local villagers coped with these wet conditions.
One couple refused to leave the vehicle, the wet muddy ground was just too much for them.
We arrived at the end of the track to a waterfall which was the villager’s clean water source and the location where the driver had slid into a tree.
Back to the point of the story and the Pineapple Tart
While pointing it out and communicating the details of the morning’s event he starts to move off slowly. However the vehicle combined with the muddy ground had a mind of its own and started sliding towards this same tree he was pointing out and hits it again!
Well I’m having a ball, but some of the passengers weren’t happy, it is Fiji after all one of the last frontiers.
On the way down the rain soaked track we reached a small plateau to stop for afternoon tea, the air was damp and cool, the cloud bank had lifted revealing a breathtaking view and the Pineapple Tart was exquisite.
Whenever I eat a Pineapple Tart I’m back in Fiji having a hot cup of tea, a Pineapple Tart on a high plateau overlooking Nadi Bay, it may not sound like much but that scene is etched in my brain.
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