And finally the bit you've all been waiting for.........








The first blog in however many days it was since the last one!!





Start at the start naturally. Jumped on the big yellow Yasawa flyer very early in the morning on a fateful morning several days ago. the exact number i cannot recall. It was definitely in the morning though. The yasawa flyer is a big yellow catermaran. Very big, very yellow. Jumpde on 5 hours, a suntan and windswept hair later we hopped off at our first stop, the sparsely decorated but very friendly Nabua Lodge. Our hopes weren't high for this place as we appeared to be two of the five backpackers staying there at the time. The other three were a brother and sister combinatiion of Germans called Leto and something else, the other person was the legendary Regis a Frenchman of great renown. He can play the Eukalele, climb hills, is a doctor, pretty hench and all at the ripe old age of 40. On the first day we did very little except chill on the beach. We did however go for a small wander along the coast, this was the first bad idea. The three of us (Regis) started walking along the beach to get to a promontory going out on the bay. We got there in good time easily enough only a small graveyard in our way, to find lo and behold a second promontory a bit further on, this seems like a challenge so off we go. Along the beach...walking walking walking...till we reach the next hill, bear in mind we're wearing sandals at the moment, we then struggle up through the scrub all the time hoping not to get bitten by any snakes. Cross over another graveyard, keep trudging up the hill. Come across a fijian ceremony occurring between the locals, walk away very fast, top of the hill, cut legs. Cant turn back now we think so on we go wade through a waist deep river, wading. Come across what would be a a nice beach if it wasn't for the copious amounts of litter. Walk over the litter, see seven little piglets running in front of us. We give chase as is expected of us, keep chasing until we reach the pig pens. Ah what to do now, keep w3alking andf risk angering owner of said pigs or turn back wade across river and go back the way we came. Onwards we proclaimed. Pass through the pig pens and we reach a Fijian village, all nice and quaint. So now we have no idea where we are soooo Bula! we say tothe nearest person could you perhaps tell us how to get back to Nabua Lodge you see we are quite lost. How very English. He shows us, we accidentally steal his dog 'skippa'. And now we're backl at the lodge after but a small walk along a nice path. Next our German friend Leto shows us how to husk pineapples on a spike. True to form Henry almost impales himself on said spike and then satyes his thirst with rotten coconut milk juice thingy. And so ends our firast day on the islands of Fiji. o and henry also weaved a basket out of paLm leaves. Lights off at ten in Nabua Lodge, fun fun fun. Next morning woken nice and early by the breakfast drum, whats for breakfast we inquire, why its bread and butter and if you so wish horrible cereal with hot milk. HOT MILK! uehh. We went for our first ever swim that day as we payed 15$ each for a snorkel and goggles and a boat to take us between three reefs, and so i gained my first injury which still pains me to this day. Reefs are as sharp as people make out, I learnt this the hard way. A bleeding foot i said , what about the sharks? Ahhhh nooo he said you dont have to worry about the sharks, we only get small great white sharks here and reef sharks and tiger sharks.....nooo problem yes? Still the snorkelling was very impressive with thankfully no sharks to be seen. Got back to the lodge had a pitiful lunch, around 4 we set off for what we thought would be a small walk to the beach on the other side of a hill next to the resort. Oh how wrong we were after three hours walk we had scaled the largest peak on the island, following a small dirt trail with no food or water, and only sandals and shorts. Safe to say we were very dehydrated and hngry when we got back to the lodge. Luckily for us that night they had a buffet planned for us. The buffet was pretty good with lots of fish and a little chicken and pork, we all drank cava around the table later on with some locals from the village and some of the other staff. I swear cava is just dirty water. Anyway I'll end this post for this day, so you can read it now rather than me trying to do the whole of two weeks in one post. So byeeee until i can finish the next one.