Trip Start Sep 01, 2010
29Trip End Nov 01, 2011
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Having made it through the rigmarole of the airport, I thought I'd see about sorting myself a hostel. Little did I realise what I was letting myself in for! As soon as I got out to the 'Arrivals' section, I got jumped on by a guy asking where I was staying, once I said I didn't know he threw me at a woman who started booking me into this place and sending some other girl to sort things out. I know it sounds confused and believe me it was, I'm still not entirely sure what happened but, regardless, shortly after I was in the dodgiest old taxi I've ever seen on my way to Bamboo!
He dropped me off and I got handed over to somebody else who turned out to Sam who runs Bamboo with Henry. Since they weren't ready for me (10 minutes notice at 5am, what's wrong with them??) I dropped my bags and went for a walk down to the beach. Got chatting to this old dude who climbed up trees to get coconuts down, honestly the milk was pretty rank...not quite the perfect fresh tropical taste I was hoping for!
Most of the time though was spent relaxing, swimming in the sea, playing volleyball, chatting...the food they served at Bamboo was fantastic, had coconut crumbed chicken one night. Another night was Lovo, they dug a pit then built a fire above it, balanced a few rocks in the fire, as the fire burned out the hot rocks fell into the pit and they then put the meat, fish and veg wrapped in leaves in and filled it in. Pretty good but, if I'm being honest, the coconut crumbed chicken was cheaper (about £2) and so much better...
We also passed a lot of evenings in a traditional little Fijian building with the locals, singing, playing cards and drinking Kava, the local tipple. This might sound really nice (and it was pretty cool) however, Kava is made from grinding up the roots of the Kava plant and mixing it with water, the mixture basically has the flavour and texture of muddy water. As you drink the Kava (out of half a coconut shell) you have to clap 3 times and say "Bula!", then neck the lot, which proceeded to numb your tongue...nice.
While I was chilling out, doing nothing, I met a Dutch guy called Martijn and made plans with him to hit Mana Island, we got to the boat morning of my 59th day and found Jamie, a Welsh boyo we'd met a couple days before on a trip to Nadi waiting for us, Awesome!