Arriving at Matei airport, Taveuni just after 8.30am (our flight was around 9.15am), we dropped our bags off at the counter, they checked our passports, and then we sat on one of the benches and waited. No long queues from one security check to the other, no confiscating of water, no lengthy walks to the required gate.
The plane landed, people got off, bags were loaded and T and I, and another couple, got on the plane.
Peering through to where the pilots were sat, and glancing over their shoulders through the windscreen of the plane it appeared, to my horror, that we were about to glide into the sea!
At the last moment (sure it wasn't really, but it seemed it to me), they took a sharp right turn and lined up to land on the short runway. The landing was smooth and collected, (unlike myself, who was still getting over the fact we weren't in the sea...)
Our stopover at Savusavu was for three hours, and, like Matei, it wasn't the largest airport in the world:
I am not too sure of small planes.
This was our second plane of the day:
As we both sat and read, people kept asking us if we were waiting for someone to come and pick us up. (It would appear not too many people stopover here...)
T did get two phone calls though.
We had been there half an hour when the guy behind the desk walked over.
"Phone call for you."
It was the lady we had booked the place tickets through, making sure we got there OK.
Ninety minutes later, the guard strolled over.
"Are you Mr J...?"
"There's a phone call for you."
So T had to go to the guard/fire officer's hut to take the phone call. It was the resort we had been staying at making sure we were there OK.
Now you don't get that at Heathrow!
Looking straight through the windscreen, a very large and solid mountain came into view.
We seemed to be flying straight at it!
(Unbeknown to me, straight infront of where I was sitting the mountain slipped away - all I could see was the high point)
The pilot turned around to get a pen out of his bag to write something on the official forms and caught glance of my face - it was obviously expressing just how I felt.
He smiled. "You OK?"
I smiled back politely and nodded, all the while wishing he would look where he was going. I knew the plane was essentially controlled by computers, but still...
Needless to say we passed the mountains without a problem.
Our bags arrived too (always a relief!).
The flight had arrived early, and we were incredibly quick through customs, so we were back at home just twenty minutes after we had originally been due to land - which is always nice, but especially so when it's 10pm you are wanting your supper!