Dawn to Dusk
Trip Start
Mar 14, 2006
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Trip End
Mar 15, 2007
Tavewa Island,
Fiji
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Paul joined us as the three of us soon learned why ninjas don't wear flip flops as we tried to quietly sneak out of the dorm at 5am. A hill in the centre of the island was to be our perch for watching the sunrise taking around 15 minutes to clamber up there in the dark just before the sun rose with purple and orange hues filling the sky.
I said I had seen a lot of sunrises over the past year but this was one to remember with me not being a good enough writer to describe the sight and feeling of being one of the first few people in the world to see a new day
Beach
. Watching the sun creep over the edge of the great pacific ocean the water below had not a hint of blue about it being coloured a golden orange from shore to horizon. It was one those traveling moments when you suddenly take in where you are and what you are gazing at and finding it impossible not to think Wow!Anyway with all that poetic crap out of the way Astrid and I took a pre-breakfast swim before the others got up drying out in the hammock by the beach and catching up on a few lost zeds in the process.
Paul and I had planned on going on a trip to some caves north of here today but with the migraine inducing Aussie girls filling out two boats worth to go along I chose to delay it at the last minute instead opting for some more hammock time. Fiji time, no hurry.
After another swim and lunch I checked with reception now that the ferry boat had returned to see if they had any luck with the my lost shoes. Any hopes of a reunion were soon dashed though on being asked for a description of the shoes all over again, and told they would look for them. Think that looking before now may have had better success but perhaps that's just me
Coral View
. At least the couple who lost their bag the day before were reunited with it again with it having been offloaded at the wrong island.The hot day led me back up the beach stretching round the northern part of the island with not another sole around as I spent some quality Fiji time simply taking in the surroundings and that too good to be real looking water.
With another bout of sucker for a sunset I re-climbed the hill finding Paul at the top as well (sucker) and Jen a girl we had met the day before at the other island resort.
Late again for dinner we were later treated to a welcome party, despite having arrived the day before, which soon turned into some Fijian singing and dancing with a little reluctant at first audience participation thrown in for good measure.
