12/08/2026
Fiji – How do we stop time?
It’s interesting, and indeed heartening, to see the reaction I got to my last two posts about Fiji and why we need to preserve history.
At last count the two posts had more than 20,000 views – history, or more specifically nostalgia, is definitely popular. As one person commented, people long for that simplicity and innocence we enjoyed in Fiji when we were younger. Many of us, of an older generation, wish we could go back to that simpler, calmer time. Before TV, before crime was out of control, when we knew our neighbours, and we lived at a slower pace.
When shops closed at midday on Saturday and there was no trading on Sunday, and we had to rush to the liquor shop after work during the week before it closed if we wanted to buy a few bottles of beer to take home for our ‘wash down’ after grog. When milk was delivered to your door by van and you had to run out with your pot to collect it and then it was boiled on the stove.
I grew up in the Suva suburb of Samabula. I remember going with my mother to Fong Hoon supermarket the well-known, family-owned business opposite the Samabula Police Station for our groceries. As well as the supermarket there was also a liquor store, and milk bar (I still remember the delicious potato scallops).
Next to Fong Hoon was a service station and a taxi stand. All the taxi drivers knew my mum as she was as regular customer. She knew all of them by name (I can only recall Yako and Bhai) and even if we didn’t have any money we could pay the next time.
Close by Fong Hoon was the post office, as well as a number of other shops, including a barber where I would be dragged to on a Saturday to get a haircut.
These are just a few of my memories. Everybody has their own memories of childhood and growing up, and they will go on at length about them when they get the chance, remembering who lived in a certain house, where a shop used to be, and who sold the best milk ice-block. Whether it’s Suva, Lautoka, Ba, Taveuni or Labasa – people have their stories to tell.
So, the question is how do we preserve our history? I don’t have a definite answer. In my travels I have seen what other countries have done but the question is would these ideas work in Fiji? And obviously who would pay for the said preservation.
An easy start is signage at historic sites – for example: one in Thurston Gardens explaining where the original of Suva was located etc. But Fiji doesn’t do signs very well, and the concern is these will be damaged or destroyed.
Could a walking guidebook with photos be compiled that would show you where to go and what to look out for; or is the answer an interactive app…as I said I don’t have an answer, but I am certain whatever method chosen will be popular. But, and it’s a big but, who would pay for this – Tourism Fiji, the government, city and town councils, the Fiji Museum?
Old buildings hold a special place in peoples’ hearts. Buildings they remember from their past – house, shops, schools and businesses. There are a number of building, especial in Levuka, which have been designated heritage building – The Royal Hotel; the Sacred Heart Church, and the Ovalau Club. In Suva there is the colonial-era government buildings, and as far as pre-colonial Fiji life goes there is the excellent Tavuni Hill Fort in the upper Sigatoka Valley. The site was built in the 18th century by Tongan chief Maile Latumai.
Can we do more? Can we preserve old homes and shops before they disappear? I know there is always a financial element to this, as practicality will overrule the nostalgia.
One place close to my heart is my old primary school Marist Brothers Primary School in Suva St, Toorak. The original school (actually it was just a house) opened in 1888 on Waimanu Road just above where the old Lilac theatre is located before moving the current site in 1889. At one time the school was divided by race into St Columba’s School and St Felix College before in*******al classes were started. (Here is a link to an excellent Fiji Times article that explains it in more detail: https://www.fijitimes.com.fj/the-marist-brothers-role-in-education/)
That school must be a treasure trove, I only hope that some of what was there has been preserved – even some of the desks we used in the 1970s were old when I got there. And those old wooden buildings were superb. It was a pity the spiral staircase that was there was removed. Imagine all the old boys who have come through Marist Suva Street – I am sure they would love to visit and take trip down memory lane.
I will stop here as I could talk forever on the subject, but I would love to hear what you think.
Can we do more or is it just a romantic notion?
*Martin Tiffany is an Australian-based journalist. Unless otherwise stated he pays for all his travel and related expenses. Any recommendation are his personal preferences.