This definately didn’t make the news in the UK, so I can embellish my story to my hearts content!
My story starts last friday in the early morning. I had left the house early to get the bus into town for some internet action (my last blog post!). At about eight in the morning Leyla (our program leader) arrived at the girls house – which is by the beach – and woke everyone up. They had to get out of bed and move up to the boys house (we live slightly up the hill) because there’d been an earthquake at Tonga so a tsunami warning had been issued. It was all very dramatic, one of the girls was pretty tired and complained that she should have gone back to be ‘Do you want to die’ was the response from the taxi driver.
Meanwhile I was blissfully unaware of the impending doom, and my phone was off to conserve battery life so I couldn’t be warned. Leyla set off into town to find me despite more warnings from the taxi driver that this was a bad idea.
Half an hour later it turned out that it was a false alarm, which is good because I still didn’t know anything about it. I only found out when I got back, at midday. Ignorance is bliss sometimes
Planning things in Fiji is not easy, plans seem to change all the time – usually for the best. Let me illustrate.
I’m in the internet cafe, I was planning to go diving today and get some internet action tomorrow. But now we’re going on a great diving voyage tomorrow starting at seven in the morning and finishing at about five in the afternoon. We’ll be going to an island 50 km away for what should be some ‘great diving’. This is quite a high claim as the diving in Fiji is already pretty f**king awesome – not that I’ve got anything to compare it to.
We found out about this change yesterday.
In other news yesterday was a damn cool day. We went to watch a local village on a once-a-year type fishing mission. A few of the guys from our group joined in scaring the fish into the net that’d been set across the mouth to the bay we were in. While I watched I was sipping coconut milk from a green coconut that’d been chopped from a tree a few feet away – fresh to say the least!! It’s a very cool genuine Fiji experience in my mind. But it gets better.
Then we were punted across to a small island where we swam and ate and the fish from the catch were cooked for us by our host. A few hours fresh and very very tasty. Most of us (including me) decided to swim back from the island. Then we sat in a village (not to one I was staying in) and watched them playing rugby.
A very memorable day!
For the last week our little group here in Fiji were staying in a hostel type place in the town of Savusavu – pretty good, but now we’re in two shared houses. Let’s just say that the guys house is fantastically amazing – annoyingly I won’t be able to get any pictures up anytime soon but the view from the veranda is idillic.
I was Chatting to Isaac and he agreed that you get the ‘Wow this is so great I can’t believe it’ feeling about every twenty minutes!!
In other news the number of dives that I’ve paid for is running out at an alarming rate, only twelve left now. Tomorrow we’re planned to go on a night dive which up’s the fear factor a bit, just as I was getting used to the whole idea of breathing underwater!!
Time flys when you’re diving! We’ve already done eight of our thirty dives, which means only twenty two left. Sounds like a lot but I’m sure if it’s anything like the dives we’ve done so far they’re going to fly by.
Today we’ve been given an unexpected day off (we’ve been doing two dives a day since the weekend) which has been a relief for everyone. Time in the sun, diving, swimming around the boat between dives can really take it out of you. It’s amazingly idillic don’t get me wrong but I certainly feel that afternoon naps are going to become the norm.
It’s a hard life but someone has to do it