As I write this I am currently sat on a plane on my way back from Fiji where I have spent the last nine nights traveling around the main island and heading to one of the three hundred odd smaller islands.
When we first landed in Fiji we were welcomed into the airport by a band of locals singing us through passport control, brilliant. After getting in a very suspect looking taxi (no metre and a sound system that could rival many a boy racer) we headed to our first stop, the Sheraton Denearu. Here we spent two nights relaxing, eating and generally enjoying the beach side views.
Before we headed to Fiji we decided that we didn't just want to sit in one hotel and not actually get to head out and see what the island had to offer. Therefore we booked ourselves onto a three night, four day trip around the mainland with a company called Feejee experience.
When the bus arrived to great us we were met by the rest of our traveling companions. A girl from England, a girl from Italy and a man from Switzerland. A great mix. The ages ranged significantly as well with the youngest being twenty one and the oldest being sixty six.
The first stop on our trip was to the main shopping town were we picked up our sarongs for a later planned village trip and any other essentials we needed. Then it was off to the village to see how the locals really lived and not just how we saw them within the hotels. Afterwards we checked into our first hotel which had a lovely beach side view and outside showers.
The next morning we set off for a jungle trek which in the thirty odd degree heat wasn't the easiest but made jumping into the waterfall at the end all the more enjoyable. This conclude with a speedboat ride down the river to our next accommodation which topped the first night with fire dancing entertainment and privately being serenaded by a local group whilst drinking the lovely Kava (basically mud water).
The following days activities were interrupted slightly as it was Fiji independence day. The school we were planning on visiting was closed so instead we were able to watch the parade taking place in the capital city which included letting off giant cannons (didn't make me jump at all). When that had finished we donned our lovely sarongs (Mark looked especially nice) and headed to another village where we were presented with an authentic Kava ceremony (oh good, more muddy water). The day ended with us going rafting down the river which was made all the more special when the chef who was originally dressed in the traditional Fijian clothes for the ceremony was now sunglassed up, Hawaiian shirt and Bermuda shorts on and was racing us down stream. Perfect picture!
I am going to end this now as I could go on forever but I figured rather than ram everything into one post I can split it over two and the you guys still have something to look forward to - you lucky things.
So until the next post - Bula guys!
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