Ten metres from the sea, an island which takes 20 mins to walk around and gorgeous blue waters at the temperature of a cool bath.....we've arrived in another slice of paradise! (This island was actually celebrity Love Island, that terrible UK show that got axed).
The flight over from Auckland took 3hrs and my "designated" sleeping time was ruined due to that fact that we were onboard the new 747 plane recently unveiled. Each passenger has their own touch screen console, with over 60 music albums, endless movies, documentaries and audio books. Brilliant.
Touch down in Fiji, Kim dragged me away from the console to welcoming sound of guitars in the arrival hall. Three very smiley Fijian men singing to us all as we arrived....nice touch.
We made our way to the port via a taxi with another Irish couple, very aware of the saying that we had heard from friends who had been here, "Fiji Time!" Most people know these guys are pretty relaxed, and it's all true, chilled out beach life, there isn't any rushing around here. It really means, a little tardy!
On Bounty Island we watched a Fire Walking display and learnt a little about Fijian culture. Did you know the last white man that the Fijians ate was a missionary, named Thomas Baker. He came to spread the good word and succeeded, but a "Chief" thought he looked a bit tasty.
The next resort was Blue Lagoon which was a step up from Bounty. Very well finished rooms and the food was fantastic. we also met a really good group of people, which was good as the weather took a turn for the worse. We extended our stay here in the hope that we would see this infamous blue lagoon, but unfortunately it remainded a little grey. We did check out a Methodist church service here, these guys can really sing and music is a huge part of their culture. The village on the island here contained wooden and brick houses with thatched roofs. A well in the centre for water and a central village green. Young ones go to school here but when they get older they go to the main land. Resorts are the main source of income for most, but the conutries first source is actually sugar cane. There are over 300 islands, with 120 inhabited and most have of these have resorts.
We also went hiking in the rain here and kayaking in the rain and we played volley ball with the locals here, in the rain. We sampled cava here, the local drink, made from the root of the Pepper plant, which is a mild narcotic and makes your tongue go numb. A lady from Donegal decribed it as looking like dirty sock water.....pretty accurate. we learned 100 facts about coconuts and kim did some crafts with the local ladies!
Our last place was called Walu Beach, which we're told was built by an Aussie reality TV show, which got axed, oh well. The room here was beutiful, thatched roof, lots of stained wood and bamboo. But the place lacked a bit of an atmosphere. The musicians who played during meal times (I forgot to mention all resorts come with a food package included: lots of eating), were really good and their guitars actually had all 6 strings and were in tune, which was a first. We spent a morning kayaking round a couple of islands and doing a bit of snorkelling.
On packing up to leave Kim realised her rucksack had an ant infestation which took a bit of sorting, and even now that we're in Sydney the odd wee ant might have travelled with us. But we didn't declare that at customs.
Cheers guys, next stop Hawaii.