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Published: November 16th 2007
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here we go!!
yasawa islands here we come, first stop bounty! Bounty Island We had an early breakfast at Mocambo and caught the shuttle to Denaru Harbour to catch the Yasawa Flyer. We collected our Bula Passes and climbed onboard the Yellow Boat, as its affectionately known. We stood about 5 minutes sitting on top deck before descending below for shade and air con. We were only the second stop and jumped onto the little tender, which transported us to Bounty Island.
We were met by Navi clutching a guitar but not actually playing it, the guy who turned out to be a real one-man show, seemingly doing everything at the resort. We were shown to our Beachfront Bure which had a wonderful hammock swaying in the breeze before it. The accommodation was clean if slightly basic, but we only had a few little anties lurking by the sink, so no complaints!
Turtle Feeding First item on the agenda was the morning turtle feeding. There was a small pool behind the bar, which housed a number of small turtles. As we waited for Navi to arrange with the turtle breakfast, we tried to intervene in the turtle scraps, as the big ones seemed to like picking on the little ones.
oops!!
whats she doing spoiling our photo! Navi arrived with several tins of fishy Whiskers - who knew turtles had the same taste as cats? Anyway, the turtles wolfed the fishy mix down and once satiated we decided to introduce ourselves to a couple. There are surprisingly strong little critters out of the water, flapping about all over the place, so we put them back in the water.
And relax... After a yummy lunch we waited for a higher tide to venture out onto the coral reef right off our beach for a snorkel. Jase also hired a Ski Pal machine, which is like a slow electric jetski with an underwater viewing hole, to look at the fishies the lazy way! We saw lots of little bright blue fish, pretty Emperor and Angelfish and a big shoal of Parrotfish feasting on the coral. There were quite a few colourful sea cucumbers lurking on the bottom of the sandy floor.
In the late afternoon we decided to wander along the beach, as the entire island was only about a kilometre around. We ventured to the one end of the island and discovered the ruins of the Celebrity Love Island house. It was left in a right
mess, with lots of grafitti and broken wood everywhere. It was also mozzie hell so we soon got out of there!
After dinner, Rach felt a bit pooped from all the heat and went for a lie down, but Jase returned to the bar for the evening entertainment. Whilst Jase was listening to the traditional songs sung by the staff, a huge tropical storm broke out. Rach heard the wind and managed to retrieve the swimming togs drying outside before they blew away. Even with all the bure windows closed, the curtains flapped dramatically and the wind howled, the palm trees bent double by the storm. Fortunately our bure didn´t leak so we stayed dry and Jase made it back along the beach in one piece, escaping the game of musical chairs.
We had a lazy morning reading in the hammock until high tide. The wind was still a little brisk after last night´s storm, but it was fun to bob up and down on the waves looking at the fishies. Witnessed another parrot fish feeding frenzy and said hello to lots of long trumpet fish. Then more hammock time...
Kava Ceremony We were officially welcomed to
the welcome dance
the staff getting stuck in. Bounty Island by a kava ceremony, conducted by Navi who was taking it far too seriously! We sat in a circle on grass mats while Navi mixed the kava root powder, which looked like dirt, with the water by using a small muslin bag as a filter. We waved his arms dramatically around the kava bowl, and then filled a coconut shell with the noxious liquid to be passed around. The chief and spokesman receive the kava bowl first, and then it was refilled each time and passed around in turn. We we received the kava we had to shout "Bula!" and clap once, then everyone else clapped as we knocked it back. Once finished we had to clap another three times. It tasted like a dirty milk of magnesia and made our lips go a bit numb, but we were not convinced it had any powerful effects! We decided to try a cocktail in happy hour instead, and Jase was much happier with his Mudslide that looked and tasted like a Maccies Chocolate Sundae.
After dinner we were entertained by the staff performing traditional songs and dances. They were all surprisingly enthusiastic and looked like they were enjoying
the cava ritual
tasted of dirt! themselves, which was nice. Navi was his usual hilariously amatuer self on the mic at the end of the night, constantly repeating himself about the leaving times in the morning and forgetting the next day´s activity schedule.
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Debra
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Cute
I looked up the word 'cute' and can confirm it is a good word to describe these pics, including the expression on Jase's face as he looks at his little flapper. And how attractive is Rachel in a diving mask? All very cute. (appealing and attractive/clever or shrewd)