One to another
We took another trip to the market on our last morning in Fiji: driving further up the coast to Lautoka. There were a few different crops to see given this is the dry side of the island and different things grow here. Lautoka is a bit like the Western capital of Fiji, and it was a busy, bustling Saturday morning market. The children sitting patiently as their families worked caught my eye today. They always do, but perhaps especially today because I knew Conor would be waiting at home for me.
Mid-afternoon, the flight took off for home. Flying back into the Land of the Long White Cloud never fails to give me a shiver and a misty eye. The day was drawing to a close and I was wishing I was in a window seat to shoot the golden light setting the big clouds aglow. Watching the flight path and knowing home is rapidly approaching always fills me up with anticipation: the touchdown means you are back on NZ soil.
I expected Conor would be asleep by the time I got home, but he was wide awake and waiting. Cuddles, talks and finally, a hand massage to send him off to sleep. He said it felt like I was away for years. Back with my boy. Home.