Here's booking with you, kid

Yasmine and her meimei (nanny) Litiana.
FIJI'S air is humid and temperatures a good 20 degrees higher than the home I left five hours ago and I'm ferreting through a daypack for passports, five-month-old Yasmine on the arm. I plonk her on a nearby desk for a hands-free moment.

"Madam!" barks an official-sounding woman. "You need Special Attention!"

She claps her hands and, like a summoned genie, a young man appears at my side, grabs our passports and runs past the queue of two planeloads of newly arrived Australian holidaymakers. Within minutes, we are bustled through customs, our luggage retrieved, the driver has collected us and we are bundled up in a cool van, turned towards the southern Coral Coast and our resort.

It is the ultimate queue-jump and a delicious taste of travelling in Fiji with a baby. The omens are good.
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