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Published: August 8th 2007
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Well our first day out of the resort had been so much fun I was really looking forward to today’s trip. Between now and the last day away it had been much of the same relaxing routine; sea, sun, occasional half day rain showers that sent me room wards to watch bond repeats, which I still thoroughly enjoyed.
We caught the bus from outside and this time headed to Nadi. The day was looking gorgeous which was handy as going to an actual deserted island in Fiji just wouldn’t have been the same in the rain.
Once we were dropped off at the port we met with some other tourists and all boarded the huge boat/ship that was to take us to the island. The ship was a little like I imagine a pirate ship to be like minus the Jolly Roger flags. Once sailing, the crew announced the Cava ceremony was about to begin so we gathered around two men sitting on the floor. Now I had heard much about the effects of the Fijian drink Cava and I wasn’t so naive as to think I would be getting a glass of bubbly but I was a
little surprised as to how it was made up. The guys were sitting around what looked like a washing up bowl and a dirty tea towel (which I think was a muslin cloth). They then proceeded to fill the bowl with water and from nowhere one produced what looked suspiciously like a packet of drugs, proceeding to empty it into the cloth and kind of kneed it so the water went cloudy. This my friends was Cava! The men then invited people to come and try the drink and surprisingly they didn’t have very many takers. I however let curiosity get the better of me and approached the cava circle and sat down taking the bowl in my hands. After repeating a word in Fijian I necked my muddy dish water and took a bow. It was in the next few minutes that I kind of wondered if I had done the right thing as my mouth, tongue and throat went totally numb- it was a very strange feeling and was accompanied by a tingling sensation.
Thankfully the strange feeling wore off after morning tea and fruit bread that was served by the ship mates and as we basked
in the sun sailing towards our deserted island I couldn’t have felt more relaxed.
Eventually we arrived and they dropped anchor. The island looked stunning but I had unbelievably forgotten my camera so the pictures you will see are kindly donated by Sarah but they just aren’t the same .
The tiny glass bottom boat was then filled up with passengers and took us in shifts to the island. It was great looking at the sea bed but a little worrying that the glass had a huge crack in that was letting in water. The island was absolutely stunning, exactly as you imagine a deserted island to be except the odd wooden such as hammocks, tables and places for shade, erected for passing island hoppers. Sarah and I claimed a bit of beach under an umbrella and began to sunbathe. It was so unbelievably hot however that as soon as I’d laid down I needed a swim to cool off so I dipped into the clear ocean that was actually very shallow, you’d have had to go out miles to even get water above you shoulders. Here I just lay and sat in my warm bath watching the
odd shoal of fish dart about. I was in heaven.
Then lunch was up and that was heaven too. I had kind of forgotten that the day also involved free alcohol but being so hot was kind of a deterrent to getting wasted, never the less we tried to make up for it after lunch. I have to mention here the New Zealand guy we met who had kind of been set up on a date with his brothers friend and wasn’t happy so he was necking as much free booze as possible. He was so ridiculously wasted and shamelessly coming onto both Sarah and I at the same time. He then proceeded to go and lie in the sea where he refused to get back on the boat and so the crew had to wait until he would move before we could all head back.
The following days on Fiji were spent at the resort. Some of the time I was snorkelling which I had to do with my hands over my ears as I was scared of the pointy nosed fishes getting in my ears which is I no is irrational. Some of the time was
spent beach combing
walking on the beach exploring rock pools with weird ass stuff in and chatting with the people that work at the resort who were great fun.
Looking back at my time spent here I say now I would certainly come back to Fiji but I would only come back if I was going island hopping as what you can do in a resort is very limited and for someone who loves to get to the heart of a place, a sanitised bubble like this is not Fiji. Having been to bits of the real Fiji, I’ll be back I hope, one day.
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