It didn't take long. The first Fijian to ask me about Friday night's Super Rugby match in Suva was the Customs officer who stamped my passport at Nadi Airport. I had been in the country for all of two minutes.
Now, after two days, I have talked little else with locals. To say rugby is a serious business in Fiji is an understatement; it's an obsession.
The drive from Nadi to Suva takes about three to four hours, depending on the traffic, the horses, the children who race you on foot as you pass through the the villages, and how many times you feel like stopping along the way, just to take in the views along the Coral Coast. The national speed limit is 80km/h, and what's the rush, anyway? The slower you go the more you enjoy the scenery, and the more you notice the fields and the posts and kids playing footy.
You pass through Sigatoka, with its big sign on the roundabout proclaiming it to be "Rugby Town" a grand proclamation indeed in a nation in which every single village prides itself on its team. Still this is home to the famous Nadroga side, and there would be few in Fiji who would argue that Nadroga does not command a special place in the folklore of Fijian rugby.
Keep driving, along the road that licks the edge of the island, past the resort walls festooned in Bougainvillea, and turn inland, where among the green hills you find the villagers setting up their stalls and their roadside cooking fires. There you watch the next generation of Fijian stars playing pick up games of thirty on thirty, laughing and shouting at every dropped ball or intercept play. There you hear the sound of Fiji rugby, and feel its soul.