Mel and Stu missing you
The Bula festival turned out out to be a funfair with a hell of a lot of bbqs around it which we sampled. We spent Sunday in the beautiful Nadi Bay Resort hostel by the pool, before moving out to our apartment near the school which we were booked to work in. Never fearing a challenge, we were put straight into Class 1, a very unruly group of six and seven year olds who clearly had the measure of their teacher and did pretty much exactly what they wished. Main dish of the day was phonics interspersed with counting. As we approached the end of the morning Mel did some reading and then we took a P.E. lesson, Stu leading a game of Simon Says with the vigour of a social sec of old and Mel trying to get them to grasp the concept of Monkey football, eventually succeeding! Mel returned alone the next day, to look after the Kindergaarden, who were much more attentive and well behaved. Then it was off for our Island Adventure. It was raining (honestly, it rains a lot in Fiji) and choppy, and confined in the downstairs cabin for the five hour ferry up the Yasawa's Island Chain soon had Mel feeling ill. Eventually we arrived at our destination, Nabua Lodge on Nacula (pronounced nathula). We were silently plonked down for lunch before being taken to our Bure house which the rain confined us to for much of the afternoon. Fortunately our first, miserable experience of the island was not to become typical, as we met the other people in the resort over a bbq in the evening played some uno and on the next day got talking to Rebecca and Esther over breakfast. After lunch the four of us went out to discover the location of Oarsman Bay, the fabled best beach in Fiji. It took us an hour of crossing coves, fortunately the tide was out, to reach it, and we enjoyed the blue waters and a drink on the beach, before returning home, this time on the overland path which after a quater of an hour, transformed into a quagmire. After losing their flipflops a number of times the girls resorted to walking barefoot through the sticky mud, and when we reached the end of the path it was with dimay that it had only cut half of the coves out, and we still had to pass three giant bays, in danger of being cut off by the incoming tide! Needless to say we made it back, and the good weather held, although the high strength winds continued preventing the temperature from ever getting too hot. We attempted a snorkelling trip twice. The first time our guide had little idea, and beside landing us on a sea snake (scary stuff - especially for Stu!) dropping us on shallow scraping reefs and hitting us with the boat, we only got to see dead coarl and a few fish. The second guide was much better, especially we got to see an adult and baby nemo fish living in an anenamie (who knows?) and whenever we dived down to see the baby the adult would swim at us clapping its jaw to scare us off - very cute. On the last day we climber the hill to watch sunset over the bay, before having a lovo dinner (local food cooked in an underground oven) and seeing the village entertainment - lots of dancing and audience participation! Then it was back on the boat, arriving late back at Nadi Bay on Sunday, and killing time until our evening flight to New Zealand. Although we're only two months out, technically we're now on our way back home!