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After spending the previous day deliberating on which of the other islands to visit for our final three days in the magnificent Fiji, eventually we reached the decision of Robinson Crusoe Island and we were not to be disappointed. On the bus ride to the jetty we met the people we'd be sharing our accomodation with on the island, unfortunately they were Irish but luckily enough our Fijian driver spoke both English and Paddy so was able to translate for us - to be sure, to be sure!! Before we set sail we stopped at an ATM and were scared to our whits end by a toothless old man who seemed quite normal to start off with, if not a little drunk, until he lifted his shirt up to reveal an abundance of electrical gadgetory and started shouting that he had a bomb so we ran away faster then a man from a woman when confronted with the word commitment!
Upon arrival at Crusoe we were once again greeted by more singing Fijians. That afternoon we interupted a good game of volleyball and being stereotypical Brits we soon made it bad. To try and forget how bad we were at volleyball that evening we went on a "booze cruise" about 10m from shore with barely enough time to open a beer! Being told by Mark and Polly that Fiji had a large population of overly camp, gay men (us two excluded!) we had yet to come across any (no pun intended!) but we believe this small island comtained half the Fijian quota of them! Later on that evening we were treated to a rather impressive fire dancing display before heading to a secluded area of the beach for a late night bonfire and cracking out renditions of some old skool boy band tunes, of course as suggested by us!
The next day we were both up very early after hearing on the grapevine about some coconut jewellery making. Amazingly food (Chris), tears (Gav) took a back burner as the excitement took over. The majority of the day was then spent fashioning different types of coconut to accessorize ourselves, with the slight interuption of snorkelling and kayaking, where Chris's kayak was capsized by a Taffy bird causing the oar to crack across his fat nose - to be honest it did him a favour! That night the resort had a dance off competition planned for everyone and with one of the barmen mincers being a judge and taking quite a shine to Gav he thought he had it in the bag! But unfortunately Gav and partner only made it to the last eight while Chris was distracted in round one by the noise of the left overs from dinner being scrapped into the bin!
The following day began with stretches as today was island olympics which consisted of relay kayaking, volleyball and a sack race to name but a few. After four events our team, "Crusoe Crusaders", were level pegging and it was time for the sea kayaking. The first two team members returned within good time and all was very tight with Gav and Chris left to do the final two legs, the baton was then passed to Chris who was doing well until fatally for the team he thought he heard the drum being beaten for lunch and obviously the alarm bells began ringing that he wouldnt be first in line as he eagerly tried to turn round, over steering and capsizing his kayak with the event ending in defeat for the Crusaders! Unfortunately for us volleyball was the final event and even though we did win the best, worst, longest, most unorthidox point in volleyball history it was to no avail as we were defeated - Gav was fighting back the tears once again as Chris waddled off to the kitchen for some comfort food and the afternoon was then spent lounging in the sun with tissues (Gav), pies (Chris) in one hand and coconut jewellery in the other! Being our last night in Fiji it was time to celebrate and commiserate with some more new found pals and we partayed away until the wee hours being served cocktails by the two campest barmen/lady boys who not surspringly had become fondly attached to the pair of us! Bula Vernaka Fiji, we will be back XXX
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