By Toby McCasker on December 4, 2013 at 3:45 pm
Right now I’m in Fiji. Nandi, to be super precise, in an imprecise place loosely connected by FJD$7 cab rides across vast stretches of Far Cry 3.
That’s what this place looks like: Far Cry 3’s non-specific navel between the Indian Ocean’s loins and the Pacific Ocean’s moobs. Trade the bizarrely Kiwi locals for a hodge-podge of Fijians, Indo-Fijians, and stubbornly made-up expats and you’re there. I remember how much running and sliding and intense physicality Jason did in that game, and then I think of how the idea of even leaving this hammock for a second fills me with a nameless dread.