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TripAdvisor Reviews Paradise Taveuni Taveuni Island
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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 ...
... time I look across the strait Taveuni is raining and shrouded in cloud. It rained every day I was there, bar one day. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if depression and alcoholism is high in Taveuni - being hot and grey and cloudy is as bad as being cold and grey and cloudy if you ask me. In fact it’s worse because you get bugs galore.
I headed to breakfast and gave a word of thanks to the powers that be because it wasn’t raining. ...
... sand - he’s electric blue and yellow and really does look like a bit of ceremonial ribbon just floating in the breeze.
For the second day we zipped off to Purple Wall. All of these sites are on the Rainbow Reef and are all pretty close to each other but each one seems to have different currents and tidal influences. Purple Wall is a bit like the White Wall only... it’s purple. Again, the reef wall just fell away under me and ...
... 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 ...