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Different resort, different people and a different hammock.
After another long boat journey north I arrive at the most northerly island in the yasawas and the resort of Safe landing.
I thought the last island was chilled but this place is so laid back it's horizontal.
At the dinner table I was molested by a ghekko. The small beady eyed lizard ran up my arm and then jumped into my face. It was actually pretty cool.
After dinner (which was mainly rice and chicken) we played a few games.
First off it was a game of singing your national anthem... Bloody hell.
Good job there were a few Brits there as I shamefully don't know all of the words. "God save our gracious queen, hummmm hummmm hummm hum hum hum, blah blah blah blahhhhhh"
(You get the picture)
Some how we winged it, getting an applause from the Danes, Chinese, Irish, Germans and Swiss.
Next up it was team China's turn.
Wow.
They were like a trio of perfectly synchronised choir singers and Meng Wang (Alex for short) was an absolute hero. A young Justin beiber of the Chinese world. (He was also pretty special on guitar)
They won the comp and from then on were hounded by all of us to sing at breakfast dinner and lunch. They loved it.
Next it was the sock potato game. (Or the massive black dong can hitting game)
Basically you had to swing a long black rugby sock (with a carefully positioned potato at the bottom) between your legs with the aim of knocking a can to the other side of the hut.
I wonder how they made up the game?
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Moving on..
After that I had my first try of Kava. They say that you haven't been to Fiji unless you've tried kava and I'm so glad (at the time) I did.
Kava is made from the dried roots of the kava plant with the length of time under the ground determining its strength and ability to give you a high.
It's not a drug but looks and tastes like muddy water with the first mouthful making your tongue go numb as you begin to relax and feel the effects. (Like a nicotine hit)
We were joined by "sunny" and some of the locals who bought guitars and donned palm hand made hats.
The tradition is almost ceremonial and you clap and shout Bula before specifying the quantity you'd like to drink. (Determined by the size of cocunut shell it's handed to you in)
Low tide = small
Mid tide = medium
High tide = large
Tsunami = BIG
Armageddon = washing up bowl full
I opted for the tsunamis and it wasn't long before I was well on my way to Bula town! Very relaxed and very euphoric. :)
Great fun but today has mostly been spent on the porcelain.
#knowyourlimits ;)
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