Octopus was to all intents and purposes a lot like manta ray with a few differences, firstly it caters to a more family crowd with noone our age or close to our age there. Second of all the food there outdoes the food at Manta Ray therefore taking the topspot for best food of Fiji so far. And that as you should know is the easiest way to win our affection. It was a buffet! Also the pool there was pretty sick and you got your own private fan and reading light in the dorms. win. However nothing much happened at Octopus so I'm going to skip ahead to Coral View.
Coral View....
We went back to coral view for two reasons...a) its cheap as chips b) lots of people there so we were hoping to meet some more people. Only one of these actually came through and that was the cheap as chips bit. For some reason there were very few people there this time so we decided now would be a perfect time to catch up on some much needed sleep! That day Henry started reading 'The Trout Opera' and i read 'The silver linings playbook' and 'Ps I Love You' both of which were very enjoyable books.
Next stop beachcomberrrrrrr......
We decided that now we still had some time on our hands but we should start heading back that we might as well stop for a night at the lovely grotty beachcomber. Checked in, this time we got put in the 100 man dorm......lovely. went to the bar to wait for the start of happy hour and the arrival of the free finger food. Once again it was the joyous beer battered fish pieces but this time with some infernally spicy ketchup. you win some you lose some. heard someone mention living in manchester, ears perked up. located source of noise. Girl standing at bar. Consult Henry as to whether that is a valid converstaion starter (proximity of homes) he says no. How wrong he was. Start talking to girl. Girl invites us back to the table where she has two friends. Girls have names. Girls called Katie, Victoria and Jen. All from macclesfield. Dont know the Longs. Turns out its a big place. Who knew? Night progresses henry once again divulges every single detail of himself within the first hour. If you hadnt noticed He talks about himself quite a lot. He tries to reenact the daniel craig emerging from the sea scene in the spa pool. Girls find it hilarious as do I. Try to watch the sunset too many clouds. makes it hard when you cant see the sun. Later on ate food drank copious quantities of alcohol, turns out buying two jugs of beer at once is just a recipe for giving away lots of beer.I genuinely managed to raise a toast and say "heres to a night we'll never forget" thats a lifelong dream achieved right there. Played a few games, it always seems to be the english people who play the drinking games. Fijian guys did a bit of fire dancing. We participated in a bit of knee slapping ourselves, then we danced the classic BULA DANCE!!! Danced to grease soundtrack had a dance off with Katie and Victoria. they had obviously done this before, we were sadly outclassed. got to bed around 2, too drunken to care about the 100 other people asleep in the room. Woke up in the morning feeling like p diddy, couldnt find my glasses. so went snorkelling instead. Got out pretty deep in our search for sharks however our efforts didnt produce any fruit, or vegetables soooo.......Left beachcomber at some time after midday to head for our next island ' south sea island' du du daaaaaa.
South sea island......
South sea island is below average at best, said it had a pool, it did but it turns out the pool is a saltwater pool. massive disappointment. food there was appalling, all the chicken here as hese annoying little bones in it and you think youive got them all out till BANG you got one stuck in your gums. Played some games, not really worth mentioning apart the hermit crab racing. I payed 7 stinking dollars for two crabs we didnt win anything! these hermit crabs are suprisingly speedy as well. Went to bed, they didnt even give you any covers and i couldnt be arsed getting my sleeping bag out so pants sleeping it is then. Got the 11 o'clock boat back to the mainland. Our fijian adventure is almost at an end but no worries still one more big night to go. Saw the macclesfield girls again on the boat. Theyre going smugglers cove as well, also saw the Danish guys as well. Spend a bit of time in the pool that day, Henry tries to organise to go to a reef break on a boat with one of the Dutch guys the next day but that didnt work out due to the cyclone warning etc. The night started out innocently enough with a few beers here and there punctuated by the odd glass of wine, however i was feeling pretty energetic that night sooooo when the guy started asking for volunteers for the entertainment mine was the first hand up every time. This included such activities sa Bula Dancing and conga etc, however at the last part I for some reason unbeknownst to me volunteered, the idea was that he would use the knife that hed just been throwing around to cut a palm frond off the top of my head. hmmmmm. not so much. luckily for me he was joking from the start and i go and sit down with all the hairs still on my head. After this debacle we go down to the beach and Dutch guy start playing some tunes, think this is a good time to take out the lovely vodka we still got left. the beginning of the end. Start drinking singing. Fijian guy comes down and plays a fantastic song, called 'Everybodys talking' or so he said, gonna have to find it when i get back to good old england. And no its not the Harry Nilsson song. Easy come easy go. Halfway through the night tone of the dutch guys in a sudden burst of inspiration picks up Katie and runs into the sea. I laughed. He then proceeded to chase Victoria all round the beach as well until he caught her. To the sea she went. After a while went back up to the deck on ma own, sat down at a table said Bula, and the conversation flowed from there. 4 english girls all around our age. Jumped in the pool, securtiy guard guilt tripped us about how he would lose his job if we jumped in the pool. New security guard came in at 11, open season on the pool. Chlorine burns. Later on a guy from the wirral wed just met realises in his head that everyone should be in the pool and bundles the nearest person into the pool. Unlucky girl from England. That was the start of the pool times. I threw someone in, eventually most peeps were in. A stranger made the horrible mistake of standing close to the pool, Wirral guy took it upon himself to tackle her into the pool. She was unimpressed, i was halfway between shocked and in hysterics at her face. Im pretty sure she stole that guys tshirt and flip flops in compensation. Nothing much happened after that point. Went to bed around 2. All the vodka gone. Nothing happened the next day apart from the cyclone warning. 3 weeks in Fiji, two natural disaster warnings. England just isnt that fun comparede to Fiji. As per usual that nifght i received bloody loads of calls and messages from parentals, wghich i kept on rejecting until, i had to get out of bed at 3 in the morning to tell them to stop calling, there isnt a breath of wind and that im getting a flight at 7, so please let me sleep. Caught flight in the morning, very uneventful. And now we're In NEW ZEALAND!!!! AHHHHH it is amazing but this is for another time, but seriously this place is beyond belief. Lord of the rings does not do this place justice! but now i must stop going on as I have a toga party to go to......TOGA TOGA TOGA! byeeeeee