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... got back. In the afternoon we went snorkelling in this amazing aquarium. ( the ocean!). The coral reef and the bright, colorful fish were abundant. Bright blue, green, orange, pink, red, yellow - we saw every color imaginable. I am told by Jim and the others snorkelling, that a shark swam right beside me - about 10 feet from me. I was looking the other way and missed it. I think that's a good thing! I would like to ...
... didn’t have soaking wet trousers in my luggage. I tucked a sulu in my rucksack just in case I needed to cover my knees at any point and my waterproof was in there too. Rather annoyingly I’d left my waterproof cover for the backpack with my left luggage on the mainland so I fashioned something out of a bin bag and was ready for the off. We trotted off to the boat to cross to Taveuni. This time we were in the small boat that has no cover - more ...
... on this planet, tops. The good news is that his jaw is so tiny that the only bit that he might reach his jaws around would be my ear lobes.
At Sam’s Point, the place for our second dive of the morning, we saw a huge moray eel that emerged from under his coral hiding place and swam along, all chocolate brown spotted satin. Usually all that you see of the moray eel is its rather scary head poking out from its hiding place, toothed ...
... we were having a day out on the beach. I was sitting playing in the sand when a huge wave swept me over and around and around and around I swirled, pinned into the force of that water until the big hands of Dad swept me up. This totally reminded me of that moment. I hit the light, gulped down some air and as I went down again - further away from the waterfall - a big Fijian hand grabbed me towards him. The force of the water was ultimately pushing me ...
... 8217;t take out the big boat just for one diver. Great.
Dinner that night was a sad little affair. After a highly sociable couple of weeks I was dining alone with a family of four to my right. All perfectly nice but all perfectly twee. I was gamely attempting to read James Michener’s South Pacific a book I’d scored from a hotel guest at Barefoot but it wasn’t for me so I found myself inadvertently rereading the same ...