We chose Fiji as our honeymoon destination.
We spend 10 nights at two of the resorts in Fiji, the first was the Sheraton Royal Denarau:

(no picture of the Sheraton... yet)

We spent the first two days lounging around, waiting for one of our suitcases to arrive. Seems either Reno Air or Pacific Air thought it would be a nice challenge for newlyweds to deal without one piece of luggage for two whole days. Well we showed them! Dave had recently bought a set of oil paints, which were in that missing suitcase, but the books I brought to read up on oil painting were in my bookpack, so I wasn't delayed (much).
Viti Levu, the biggest island, is where we were for the first four days. This is where we really had our taste of the Fijian culture. We took an hour long bus ride to the southern side of the island, then an hour long boat ride up through the lush jungle mountains to a remote villiage where a group of families live. Grouped as a tribe, deep in the heart of a formerly cannibal region, the tribe has made way to have tourists visit.
The visitors form groups, much like visiting tribes for other regions, where the tribe is led by a chief. Dave was "chosen" as the chief for our tribe. As custom has it, the chiefs lead the men to greet the local chief, and the women follow, carrying all the gear.
Once the local chief greets the visitors, they all gather in a meeting room for the ritual Kava drink; again with the chiefs in front, the men next, and the women behind. Boy did Grace get a taste of discrimination ;-)
Kava, a plant that grows best in the Fijian mountains, has recently become known for its medicinal value in treating flu, and supposedly cancer; although it's also a narcotic, which Grace says numbed her tougue a little.
Anyways, the Kave is dried, and when visitors come, it's ground into small particles, added to water, strained, and tasted during a ceremony. The first chief (Dave) drinks first -- talk about peer pressure -- followed by the men, and then the women.
We took a small tour of thier land, ate some of their food, and danced some of their dances. Then, as the modern world would have it, they sold some of their crafts.
I'd have to say that after witnessing the people along the drive to this remote villiage, that a lot of people sit around not doing much; and that the Fijians don't feel obligated to hurry. Time has a different pace in Fiji. And they all talk about "Fijian time".

The second location was Musket Cove:

We spent the next four days on an island only a few miles away, Molaolao (sp), where the gravel air strip practically starts at one end of the island, and ends at the other. This is only a slight exaggeration, since the ends are the short cross-section of the elongated island, but is literally does extend from one end to the other. There are probably four to five hundred people that are on the island, most of them tourists.
Here we stayed in a burre, a straw thatch roofed house that has been modernized a bit, but had no glass windows. This usually wasn't a problem, except the night it rained all night and made it hard to sleep.
The Musket Cove resort had most of the things to do all-inclusive. We went on a sunset sail, went out to a nearby reef to snorkel, had access to some canoes, took a picnic lunch on a remote and secluded side of the island, and had a two-hour scuba lesson. Dave also went on a one-tank scuba dive, on another nearby reef.
One interesting thing we noticed was that the reef, about a mile off the island, has a huge drop-off into the ocean. On the far side, where the drop-off is, the ocean movement causes fairly large waves to form. Since the reef is fairly shallow, the wave break near the edge of the reef. This looks quite odd for large waves to be breaking amidst somewhat calm water... a mile from the nearest land. It also is just the right conditions to cause ten-foot waves to form, attracting surfers from around the world.
Even more odd than that is the fact that the same side of the reef where the surfers are, is also the hang-out for a large collection of sharks, who normally prey on the fish near the reef. I guess the sharks and the surfers have an agreement on what is okay to be bitten.
Honeymoon pictures