I'm stuck

I have been in the capital city of Suva for almost two full weeks now. I came in to get my eyes examined after I heard my twin has specific eye troubles. My medical officer was concerned so I came in to get checked. My appointents have been painfully spread out and I've been doing a lot of sitting around and waiting, especially since Dave, another volunteer, went back to his site. He was in Suva to recieve physical therapy for his foot which he messed up during training all those months ago. My final appointment was supposed to be today but the Doc is out sick and the earliest I can get in is next Tuesday. So here I am, in Suva...bored to tears. I have developed a routine though. I wake up in my hotel and go to the Peace Corps office and use the internet for a few hours. I'll cruise facebook as well as research possible projects to do in my village. When I start to get hungry around 11 or 12 I'll go back to the hotel and either make some noodles (tomatoe chow noodles of course cause they are the best kind) or change and go into town for some banging schwarma or doner kebab depending on where you go. After that I'll go see whats playing at the movies and but a cheap matinee ticket and then walk around aimlessly until the movie starts. Yesterday after I saw the Pink Panther 2 (which was awesome no matter what anyone says) I got lost trying to walk back to the hotel. I got a little mad at myself cause the hotel is only like 2 hundred yards away up a small hill. I just wasn't paying attention and ended up on a street I had never been on before. Now I know where to go to get hassled by drunk guys at 4 in the afternoon on Thursdays. Anyhow, after that I go home and make some more noodles and watch aljazeera on maiTV for about 5 hours and go to sleep. It's about all I can muster from my time in Suva. However two days of movies in a row is a bit much so today I will have to find another way to spend my afternoon. I could just go for a walk but it has been exceptionally hot the last few days and my stroll in the metropolis will quickly turn into a sweat bath followed by a game of 'where is that smell coming from?'. It's me!! Yay!
Yesterday I was sitting at a small retaurant waiting for the pink panther to start. I Fijian guy came over to my booth and made himself comfortable. I forgot his name but he was a nice guy, if not a little intoxicated, and we got to chattin (like I had a choice). He has been living and working in Suva for two years but he grew up on the same island and in the same area that I live. When he asked me what I thought about the weather in Fiji I told him 'katakata vei siga', which means it's hot everyday, but I used the dialect from his home island and dropped the K's. After I said it he smiled, reached out with both his hands and grabbed my face. then he half stood up and leaned across and planted one on me. I don't think this is part of Fijian culture but whatever he was having a good time. Me, I was a little confused. I mean, we barely knew each other. I'm not that kind of guy. At least this time my lips weren't on fire. Which leads me into my next story.
Back in mid December I was at a bar in Savusavu with some other volunteers on a Friday night. There was a live band playing there, the Long Beach Boys. I know these guys a little bit and had jammed with them a couple times before. After a while one of them asked me to go up and sing some songs with them. With a little reluctance I want up and did my thing. My third or 4th song was a Fijian track called Isa Lei, Leah. I only know the chorus but we rocked it anyway. When the second chorus came around this Big 'Ole Fijian woman came shuffling up to the stage area and smooched me in the middle of a sentence. I shook it off and kept playing but about 5 minutes later my lips started to tingle. After 10 minutes they hurt and 15 minutes later thay were absolutely burning. I went to the bathroom and washed my mouth with soap but nothing could stop the fire of emotion that woman burned onto my lips. Actually i think it might have been herpes. I should get that checked too.
By far the best kisser here is Bigsby. He doesn't use his little cat lips he uses his whole head. I know he is actually marking me as his territory with his spit but I'll take what I can get.
We watched the SuperBowl in town last Monday, that was special. The place we went was selling Milwaukee's Beast for cheap all day. I think one of the patrons there may have taken advantage of that deal in excess but it was exciting to watch a football game. I don't even really watch football al that much back home but I found myself rooting for the Steelers. I think it's because my dad rocks a Steelers sweatshirt. He wears it when we go out to dinner almost every time. It's like his dress sweatshirt or something.
Valentines Day is coming up and I'm sorry to say I can't be with Ashley this year. I don't remember what we did last year...I know I was living in Keene. We probably went to the Olive Garden or something. Two years ago I bought her as good a bouquet of flowers as I could find and filled the plastic wrapping with as many taco bell taco's it could support. She loved it. Nothing says I love you like a greasy ass Taco Bell valentine.
I wonder if my vilage misses me at all? Last time I left the village for more than a few days someone had been sleeping in my house and messing with my stuff. It doesn't bother me too much cause I knew who it was, but at the same time he is kind of young and probably had a bunch of people hanging out there at night going through all my letters and electronic stuff. Pretty creepy. See the sliding lock on my front door was put on upside down so no matter how large the padlock is you can open the door. I couldn't get the nails out to fix it myself so I asked someone else to do it the day before I left. When I left they had moved the bolt down about a half inch and left it upside down.
This was supposed to be the month when I started working with a village committee to draft a grant proposal for the district. This was a big one and they want $40,000 (Fijian) to do it. I've tried to start before but when I set a time to get together someone just drops off more sheets of paper and I think they expect me to just whip up a proposal out of nothing. The people backing this proposal are not very good at relaying information to me about exactly what is going on and they cross refernce other projects they want to do until I get so confused I feel like my head will seperate from my body and launch itself into the stratosphere.
Today I think I will go to the history museum here in Suva. I've heard it might be a little pricey for tourists but i'll see if I can't get the local rate, or perhaps just Kerekere my way in. If that doesn't work out...well...I hope someting good is playing at Village 6 cinema!