There is a hot chill in a tropical island. I bought my flight ticket before a week and flew my soul to the coconut island in Southern Hemisphere to find my friends there(heartthrob )!! They are Kumlang, Lonisa, Kinaai, Roewma, and Turia, my tropical friends who dance like a hot chilli. (one of their friends said i dance like an indian...hahahahaaaa!) I had my flight with those friendly rugby fiji players! The pilot announced their victory in Rugby7 during the flight time and we all yelled loudly to show our nicest compliment. They are as strong as a black truck haha i like their hair style which is of super short curly hair When I got off the plane, coconut trees are sucked into my eyes with no space left. (it is like a shiny green farm with a flavor of freshness)!!! I was so touched by this 'what a scene' as they are all natural and peaceful. I love this island in the first sight. The people welcome the incomers with their cheerful smiles and their flowers on heads, zero distance. The kids play at the short runway where planes accelerate their speed to fly in the sky, they hurray with the cool winds provided by the running speed of planes as they are tired of the sun. All things are simple and optimistic. The airport is a casual one which is of open area, made of wood, colored with sky blue, lemon yellow and red, words and signs are handwritten by a lovely guy with the coolness of automatic fans. The plane engineer wears his stylish t-shirt with a hint of vintage-ness; the police carry their warm smile with a look of justice; the children play with their rubberbands and eat the UFOs (a snack whose shape is of UFO). They believe in tomorrow, they are longing to see other parts of the world, they love to stay at the airport seeing planes departing this island which may satisfy their wants of leaving. It is a thrilling island named KIRIBATI situated in the middle of Pacific Sea, an energetic tropical zone near Fiji. The shape of the island looks like a banana, long shaped. There are ten thousand people living in peace there with the sea coconuts keep dropping from the tree with a sound"pok...pok...pok'" along car roads, we pick them up and (knock!knock!), see if they are juicy enough. The coconuts are clever enough not to hit the tropical-ers heads. my first day in Kiribati. 點擊圖片放大 +2
