The rain had been pouring for days and at the first sight of sunlight, Isabella jumped into the hammock. The hammock had followed Isabella from house to house. It was a reminder that every now and again Isabella had to stop, breathe and soak in the goodness of her very being. It also served as a fabulous hangover cure – a lesson she learned in Fiji – hammock + shade from a palm tree + gentle sea breeze = loveliness. Isabella believed “Hammock Time” was a good substitute for “Fiji Time” where clocks were banished and things happened when they happened and if they didn’t – no matter. Oh, the freedom of “Fiji Time” is never far from Isabella’s thoughts. Bula.