I loved Fiji when I was there!
I wasn't old enough to really appreciate shopping, but I remember my dad buying me one of those little crystal animals . . . at the time I used to collect them . . . which later broke. (I might've been a bit too young for them).
The only other thing I remember us getting from Fiji was a wooden cannibal fork and some sort of thing that could've either been a mallet or another utensil.
I'm excited because I would always look at that fork and think that when I get my own apartment I'm taking them with me. It would be such a cool conversation piece. Like, "Yeah, that's a cannibal fork we bought in Fiji." Now that I HAVE my own apartment, they're coming with me. (I told my mom I could leave the other thing, but she told me to have both, because they're a set.)