Landing in Nadi, Fiji

The airport at Nadi, Fiji, is not air-conditioned.  It’s a bit like Honolulu, but a little more foreign. Upon disembarking and entering the terminal, we (the 500+ passengers from LAX were greeted by a group of traditional (I assume) Fijian singers (four guys dressed in gray skirts and matching aloha shirts), playing ukeleles and guitars. That was a mixed blessing, since they really didn’t sing what one would call “pretty” music. It was, in fact, rather grating.  However, they did collect a few tips (not, however from me), and it made the time pass by while standing in the Transit/Transfer line to get back into the terminal for my continuing flight to Auckland. I feel that I have now experienced the slowest airport security people yet; the team in Fiji was far more lethargic than any TSA agent, or anyone in any South American airport. I wanted to buy them some coffee so they would move faster and get me to the front of the line, but I had to wait in line before I could get into the terminal where the coffee shops were.  My charitable idea was in a Catch 22.