Not the paradise we'd expected. Soz in advance for the moans.
02.01.2015 - 12.01.2015 30 °C
After 10 busy days in Sydney we were more than excited to spend the next week horizontal with a few cocktails, naps on the beach and water based activities. Sadly this was not to be...
After a shivery and sweaty final sleep in Sydney I knew something was not quite right with my bod. Defo not a two day hangover that's for sure. We woke up, finished packing then journeyed to the airport by double decker underground train. It's never a great feeling walking about when you're feeling ill, let alone with a 20kg bag on your back. That was not the one.
Anyhoo, we arrived in plenty of time and checked in with the nice lady at the desk (not - to be explained...). I asked her nicely if I could please be seated in an aisle seat and Hannah wanted a window seat so she said she'd managed to sort something out. We thanked our lucky stars and set off through security where everyone was extremely grumpy (I would probably hate my life too if I had to work on 2nd January and watch people set off on their flights to Fiji...)
I think our check-in lady must've been one of those people and thought she'd have a little joke to herself to make her feel better about her life, as when we boarded the plane we were actually put in the worst seats imaginable. The seats were in rows of 3-4-3 and she'd seated us in E and F (the two middle seats in the middle row). What a b*tch. We were right behind the screaming kids at the front as well. With my bad tum, screaming kids and the only decent film to watch being the Polar Express, it's safe to say the flight was less than ideal.
We arrived around evening time and were shuttled to a place called Smugglers Cove in Nadi. Situated right on the beach it was a pretty nice spot to spend a night even if I did feel rubbish and just had some garlic bread for dinner.
The next morning we set off on our journey to the Yasawa islands on the big yellow boat with "Awesome Ndventures" on the outside. It was a 5 hour journey to Blue Lagoon resort where we spent the first two nights of our seven day island hopping. It was beautiful, with hammocks, loungers and huts lining the beach and the staff greeted us with singing and ukuleles which was delightful. We were shown to our room and what a bonus - no bunk beds!!! Joy to the world.
Hannah was feeling pretty rubbish as well by this point so she went straight to bed (it was around 2pm) whereas I tried to eat some lunch but immediately regretted it and ended up napping for 2 hours in bed as well. Another bonus - the toilet was right next to the room! (Too much info...?!)
Anyway the two days we had there were pretty pants and we didn't really eat anything at all. The annoying thing is that you still have to pay a compulsory meal supplement of $100 even if you eat nothing at all, so we paid for the amazing BBQ food that we had to watch everyone else enjoy. Such sad times. At least all we had to do was lie down all day (in the shade, in bed, we liked to mix it up a bit).
There's not a huge amount to say about our time here as when we left after two nights we were still feeling rubbish, but at least the weather wasn't great (rain and cloudy) so it didn't feel like we were missing out too much. After another little singsong and ukulele playing we jumped on board the yellow boat again to take us to our next stop - Mantaray Island.
When we arrived this looked almost as beautiful as the first stop and we were told it was one of the best snorkelling spots to visit. How exciting, I really hoped that I would be feeling better so I could participate. Sadly, this was not the case and we spent our two days here either in bed or on the sofas in the shade by the beach. Again we had to pay the compulsory meal supplement (roughly $100 a day) even though all we ate one day was two slices of dry toast. One evening the chef was really kind and offered to make us something really plain for dinner so we ate dry pasta with tiny bits of spinach and a small amount of parmasan. Probably the least appetising meal I've ever had, especially compared to every else who were wolfing down plates of BBQ ribs.
Ah well, on the day we left I was feeling slightly better so things were looking up, however we decided to cancel our booking to our third island - Beachcomber - as we thought it would be better to be able to access a doctors if we needed to. Also we overheard a couple saying they'd got food poisoning from there so that wasn't very appealing, on top of our current food poisoning!
We arrived back in Nadi, turned up to our booked hostel and discovered there was no air-con and no hot showers in the rooms which is less than ideal at the best of times let alone when you feel like crap. We decided not to stay there so ended up back at Smugglers Cove where we started. I had five nights there which was actually too much time as there's nothing to do around there - no shops that you could walk to or anything. I was feeling almost normal by this time so was getting a bit restless just lying on the beach all day. I met some people at breakfast on my second-to-last day and we all went to visit a Hindu temple, the Garden of the Sleeping Giant (botanical gardens) and a local fruit and veg market. It was really nice to do something different with my time in Fiji so I was happy to chill on the beach for the afternoon. It was Hannah's last night and she was still really unwell so we just had a bit of food and then went to bed.
The next day I waved Hannah off in her taxi and was left to my own devices for the afternoon. It was raining so I decided to splash out on some Wifi and start writing this blog! I watched the fire dancing show for the second time during my stay there and again refused to take part in the ridiculous dancing they do to Cotton Eyed Joe as I wasn't intoxicated or dead, which are the only two states I would have to be in to catch me doing something like that.
I got to the airport the next morning at 7:30am which was far too much time before my 12pm flight (it had been rescheduled) but I managed to meet some interesting people during my time there. A Fijian man named Sarvey started chatting to me with his friend and it turns out he knew or was related to almost everyone in the whole airport. He knew air hostesses, pilots and passengers and they all seemed to be either his brother or sister. He tried to get me a free upgrade but sadly it wasn't to be...however I did get an invite to his villiage the next time I'm "passing through" Fiji which I advised him perhaps wouldn't be for five years, or never, but he said for me to email him anyway. What a guy. We went our separate ways and I met an English girl called Caitlin while checking in, who happened to be staying in the same hostel as me in Auckland so that was nice. I also met an Australian poet called Mark Tredinnick who has his own Wikipedia page. Impressive.
Anyhoo, this message was about Fiji so that is about it from my time there and I was more than happy to board my plane to Auckland to spend the next six weeks in Kiwiland.