The name of this island does absolutely nothing to describe it; instead it should be called the Bay of very little. It was, like most of the islands, surrounded by fabulous scenery and setting but there was just nothing there. I later found out in the trip this wasn't uncommon as eight of us arrived at the island and found that we had it to ourselves. I did get used to this very quickly and found it actually really good with such a small group of people all together everyone became really friendly and ended up knowing each other really well, not like New Zealand where you meet hundreds of people but don't really meet them properly. Luckily I had come across a really decent group of people who I would end up travelling all of Fiji with. We spent the day on the kayaks followed by an evening filled with more rum and the local specialty 'Cava' (muddy water that is supposed to act as some sort of high but after several attempts it did absolutely nothing for me or any of the others). Day 3 - After a night at Bay of Plenty in a room that was like a zoo with the amount of spiders, lizards and mosquitos in it we left to get back on the big transfer boat ( after a morning of sunning and stocking up on coconuts). We had a short stop in paradise before we got on the bigger boat, jumping into the water full of tropical fish opposite the purest white sand beach and in the boiling hot sun. It was like having a bath surrounded by a rainforest. Once we eventually got on the big boat it was carnage, as everyone seemed to have the same idea as us in boarding the boat then deciding last minute which island we would hop off at. Eventually we decided and departed for the island of White Sandy Beach. A very remote island again and the one with the largest population of flies I have ever seen however when I think of my trip to Fiji this is the island that I will think of the most. Here was where I learnt my trade of catching dinner with a spear or hand line, cooking it over a fire and then feeding it to our 'family'. Here was where we drank the place dry of rum by the second night and finished off the beer on the third. And here was where we got a special taste of just how friendly the locals are. I had become a local myself and was experiencing the true Fiji. Becoming so friendly with the locals is a customary here as there are so few people on the islands they know you all personally by the end of each short trip. As many people left this island after one day we chose to stay for three. We had everything we needed, the fishing and the rum. Until this ran out everything was perfect and we never wanted to leave. Again the room was like a zoo but we were beginning to get used to it and almost found it funny how big these insects were getting with moths literally the size of birds keeping us company at night as we continuously left our doors wide open with the lights on … a direct result of the rum. Our last night there we spent having an early night, our first one of the trip as we were all so tired after the constant fishing and snorkelling. The highlight of today was me and this lad each spearing a baby shark which went down an absolute treat with the locals. Hailed as heroes we were treated to the new shipment of rum which sent us to sleep very nicely ready to finally leave White Sandy Beach in the morning which we all knew would be emotional.