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Wish I Was Paddling Fiji
Well there are several things I can think of that I'd rather be doing right now than sitting down at my desk on a Monday and writing. Let's see...hmm...Jacuzzi party at Hef's mansion...diving the Well there are several things I can think of that I'd rather be doing right now than sitting down at my desk on a Monday and writing. Let's see...hmm...Jacuzzi party at Hef's mansion...diving the Galapagos...wine tasting in Napa...oh, and how about paddling Fiji. Yes, that would be nice. Waking up and having nothing to do all day but draw quiet strokes across the cerulean surface of the South Pacific. I could do that.
Well, that's what Robin Stanton got to do recently. Her adventure trip included not just paddling, but hiking, mountain biking and lots of good South Pacific grub. They visited local villages like Malake Village, where they hung out with the locals and dined on fish, chicken, taro leaves, and cassava (sorry, I've had both taro and cassava...yuck).
Anyway, as I stumbled in this morning from a searing weekend, I pondered momentarily where I might rather be, and as I say, paddling in Fiji is right up there. And Hef's place would be cool too.
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Willy Dec 18th 2005 5:08PM
In much of southern Africa, cassava is a staple food, eaten several times each day: it's so bland and awful, I think. The only redeeming cassava recipe is one from which beer is made. It takes about a week to brew it, and the result is somewhat oatmeal-like in consistency. The good part is that the fermentation causes you to get drunk and you no longer care about what you're drinking. A word of warning: beware the hangover. I'd rather receive a hammer to the head...