After the remoteness of the last two stops we had high hopes for our next destination. Beachcomber, Fiji's famous party island, home to a one hundred bed dorm room and the 'best bar' in Fiji. Wasting no time we dropped our bags off at our beds and headed straight for the bar. By 7 we had seen to three towers of beer and were well on our way before realising what we looked like. Somehow making ourselves decent we made it to buffet dinner, an amazing change from the lack of food we had been served on previous islands. The rest of the night was spent enjoying our first taste of real music and a 'party atmosphere', which we hadn't seen in a long time. Only in the morning did we realise only 30 people were on this famous island but we still had a very jolly evening. Originally we thought this would be our last morning together before we went our separate ways, so what better way to say goodbye than do a naked banana boat ride. So off we went, four sunburnt, hung-over, English lads boarded the vessel and put on a show for the locals. However after such a bonding experience we just weren't ready to say goodbye so we changed all of our original plans to go to an island called Mana.

After hearing good things we arrived at what I can describe with confidence as the most basic, worst accommodation I have ever seen and now stayed in. A prison cell would have been an improvement, just imagine a sauna with four beds and a piece of cloth as a curtain, and we had three nights here. Nevertheless being the hunters we had now turned into we headed straight out with a spear gun in hand and took to the reef. The strangest thing about the whole situation was that I had now believed it was a genuinely normal thing to do, just to head out for an afternoon spearing fish for dinner that night. The situation became not quite so normal when I was suddenly out on the reef on my own, armed with a spear gun and a fish on my belt that I had caught. Stupidly I carried on and within ten minutes was in the company of two 2 metre reef sharks who had one thing on their mind. A situation that I didn't enjoy so after dropping the fish off my belt, I swam fairly briskly to shore and that was me done for the day. The next day was a similar story but this time I wasn't alone. In the three hours we were on the reef we saw five reef sharks, and every time you catch sight of the shark it never gets old the buzz you get. Shattered from our day out on the reef we enjoyed an amazing shower … no thanks to the hostel but thanks to the pouring rain coming off of the roof of our hut, giving a pretty obvious outline of how basic this place was. Officially becoming a Fijian local after this experience we settled by the fire for the evening once the rain had stopped and enjoyed the entertainment as we tucked into our days catch. Our last evening together after what was an amazing two weeks as the lads headed to do the business in Vegas while I was to carry on for a few more days in Fiji, with my next stop Bounty Island.