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| FIJI FIJI FIJI The islands of incredible beauty, relaxation and soul development oh and cannibles. For me it was mozi bites, stomach upsets and food poisoning!! We stayed in a hostel called the Beach House. Wooden dorms and little huts povided accommodation and a large hut made up the bar and cafe. It was a lovely place and always very busy, We met up with Dave and Em from the Canyon trip on the day that we arrived and it was lovely to see a familiar face or two. The week began swimming in the foot deep Pacific Ocean which was the same temperature as the average bath! An afternoon on the beach rejuvinated some brain cells, but I was completely shattered for two days. There wasn't realy a busting great deal to do apart from relax. We got the bus (above right) into the nearest town on the Tuesday to get some much needed supplies - super noodles! The bus trip was an experience, dead horse in the road smelly people and a gear stick the size of a chimney. The town was bustling with energy. In the middle the large flea market was filled with local produce, fruit vegetables, Kava Root (drink it and it makes you smile!), herbs, spices. It was gorgeous. Of course I got ripped off buying a necklace but thats part of the course. We caught the bus back and stopped on the way at the Warwick hotel (www.warwickfiji.com) for cocktails "don't you know". Something large and blue later we decided to walk the mile or so back to the hostel. |
| It didn't last long. About 5 minutes down the road a van hooted at us and two men from the hostel waved us into the back of the van with numerous palm leaves hanging otu of the back. Grateful for the lift and covered in bugs we clambered out of the back and collapsed on the beach. |
| Dave, Emma, Joss and I decided that a decent meal at the Warwick and treat ourselves...... and by God we did. There was an Asian buffet night and we pigged out and ended up back at the beach drinking warm Pimms. Can't complain! We rode one day on horses that looked like they had been dragged through a bush backwards but were very much loved by their owner. My horse (pony) was called Burning and was a little cracker. Short legged by went like bleeeeeeep of a shovel when he wanted to. Our saddles were like sitting on an upside down dustbin lid and the bruises on the inside of my legs proved it!!. It didn't stop me though, one slightly drunken night while the moon was completely full I saw the guy who had the horses and asked if I could take Burning on a moonlit gallop up the beach. Sarong tucked in my togs I flew up the beach in the water. AWESOME..... completely bloody AWESOME. Another one of those special moments I'll never forget. All in all Fiji was an experience. I got hideous food poisoning on the last night staying in a hostel near the airport and spent the night jumping between bed and bathroom. |