My last week was one of my best weeks on camp. We had formed solid friendships and we knew our routines well. Not to say it wasn't without problems, we found that people had been taking a bit too much from the washing tank (collected rainwater) for their showers and by the fourth week, we were really low on washing water. We had been rationed to half a bucket every day, but it had been cut back to every other day dependant on the rainfall we had. I had my first shower in the rain when it tipped it down on the Tuesday morning. I was showering from a bucket in my bikini and so I took advantage of the rain running from the gutters; it was the cleanest I felt all trip!

I got to grips with my swimming and snorkeling in the fourth week. The new doctor offered to take me out and do some exercises to help me feel more confident in the water. We started by putting my head under without anything and then breathing in and out my snorkel with water in my mask and then just with goggles. Soon I felt comfortable enough to swim 400m out of my depth and with water seeping into my mask. It was so good that when I went out diving again on my last day I was even able to clear my mask. You wouldn't believe how relaxing it is to snorkel around the coral and forget what's going on around you, letting yourself get lost in the beauty of the underwater world. There just seemed so much to explore and I often went out at least once a day to just snorkel round a bit. The view back to the island and the surrounding coastline was so worth swimming out further.

The new doctor started an ALS course with us the fourth week. This was mostly for the medical students as they were all about to start their F1 jobs in the summer and had to all know about ALS for when they are working. This was very similar to the ATLS we had already done but was much more about protocols and drugs that would be available for the trauma occurring in hospital. We covered cardiac rhythm recognition and interpreting ABG results also before running through some scenarios.

That week I also had the chance to go to the nursing clinic being held in the local village. I almost didn't get to go but as it was my last week it was ok that we were a person too many. A total of 5 MedForce and the doctor went along to the community centre to watch Nurse Eni set up and run her monthly clinic in the village. Three 'stations' were set up where a patient would be weighed and their height measured before the nurse saw them. She would then take BP and BM measurements and finally the MO and visiting Fijian doctor prescribed medications if need be. Although we couldn't do much but observe it was interesting to see Fijian healthcare up close and I was able to notice little things like the lack of hand washing before or after a patient was seen. Also, as we were all in one hall, people had no respect for other people's privacy and listened in to other patient's consultations. You would never see these things in the UK, but in Fiji it was very much accepted and normal. Most of the patients being seen had ongoing medical conditions such as diabetes as well as babies being brought in for their monthly check ups. After the clinic was finished we were invited back to one lady's house for lunch. She had laid on quite a spread for us and all the medical professionals that had come along for the clinic.

My last Friday night - party night - was jungle themed and between us all, gave camp a good prune as we picked half the vegetation for costumes. There were plenty of grass skirts and flower and grass headdresses while I managed to weave a vine around myself and stick some leaves to my bikini. The Saturday after was another lazy day and a very very hot one at that. Most of the morning was sunbathing and then swimming; the water was incredibly clear and calm and so incredibly inviting. The staff cooked for us in the evening and we had a real feast.

My last Sunday visit was wonderful. We travelled further along the mainland to a small village right on the beach edge, which hadn't had any western visitors for several years. The views arriving into the village were stunning and they were ever so welcoming. Church was different as the village is predominantly Catholic so the service was slightly shorter and we had mass as well. The first song they sang seemed to be 'Amazing Grace' and was so beautiful it sent shivers down my spine. After the service was finished we paraded around the village with a cross and a statue of Jesus. We were then allowed a few hours to do what we wished before lunch was served at 1. I went for a walk along the beach and then joined some of the volunteers sitting in the shade of a house chatting to one of the Fijian women. The lunch served was my favourite Fijian meal out of all the meals I at

The kava fast was over and we had a traditional kava welcoming ceremony in the hall with many of the men from the village. It tasted more disgusting the second time around and even the Fijian didn't seem to particularly enjoy the taste. We learnt that we could have a 'low tide' (small cupful), a 'high tide' (large cupful) or a 'tsunami' (basically overflowing). Many of the guys drank a mix of 20 high tides and tsunamis while I settled for 7 small cups. We had a great chat with some of the men about the aging population in Britain and how we care for our older relatives; they just seemed so thrilled to finally have a chance to ask questions about our culture.

My last day, Monday, rolled around and I went to visit my family to say goodbye. I was a bit disappointed because my father and little sister, Malika, had gone out fishing. I said goodbye to the rest of the family though and was able to secure their address. I gave them my mosquito net, flip-flops and batteries as a thank-you for all the generosity they have shown me in the time I spent with them. Fortunately while walking back t camp, I bumped into my father and sister walking back so I was able to goodbye to them as well.

I left early on Tuesday morning and it was sad to say goodbye to all the other volunteers. I'm sure I made some great friendships that will last. I'm so glad for the four weeks I was able to spend there; the memories and experiences I had will never be forgotten. I took my last ever boat taxi ride to the mainland waved off by a few individuals and then took a much better three-hour journey back along the same dirt road to Savusavu. The scenes from the car were so picturesque and seemed like something off of a documentary. I said goodbye to my taxi driver at the airport and made it back through Nadi safely (without any more taxi tours...). I ate a hot dog and fries as my first meal back in civilisation and loved every second of the junk food goodness. I finished it off with a chocolate ice cream. I whiled away the couple of hours to my connecting flight browsing the duty free and made it safely back to Australia by ten thirty in the evening.

I now can't believe it's been a week since arriving back to Australia. I'm really looking forward to the rest of my trip while I'm here.