After bidding a tearful farewell to my friends on Kuata I hopped on board a ferry bound for Nacula; my final idyllic island destination. I spent my first evening chatting to two great gals from blighty, Laura and Ester. We drank plenty of beeros, swapped stories and complimented one another on how nice it was to spend time with down to earth blighty birds. Laura is a seasoned traveller and Ester a group leader for the18 to 30ers from Oz, all 47 of them; I don't envy her that job although she does get paid to bum around Fiji-La. We watched them do the bula bula dance (Fijian equivalent of the maccarana), limbo and pass a mango from one to another between their thighs. After that followed raucous drinking games. Do you want to know how much I wish I was 22 again? Not one little tiny bit.
Laura said it sounds like the last few years for me had been 'a total shit storm', a great expression don't you think? Still it doesn't really feel like that now; the sequence and catalogue of events seem to have been hurtling me towards my voyage of reflection and discovery. Is it down to chance, the quantum energies of the universe or a higher power? Fook only knows but I'm having a ball:D
The 18 to 30ers left the following day leaving just myself, VJ and a Norwegian couple called Lewis and Panella. VJ is a profoundly deaf guy from the UK, he has travelled extensively alone all over the world, I think he is sooo brave. It's hard enough travelling being a hearing person (although some may say my hearing is circumspect lol). The four of us went on a day trip to swim in some famous caves, so famous I have forgotten their name. It was fooking fabso, we had to swim underwater to get to them. Here are the pictures.
I tried to climb the walls of the cave so that I could dive in but they were too slippingtons and Adilady too weedingtons, Lewis managed it though and I was well jel:(
The following day I went on a solitary hike up to the highest point of the island which was a 4 hour round trip. I was followed all the way by this little fella, maybe he's my spirit guide:)
The scenery was sooo spectacular it made me weep with joy. You are getting all the photos but they don't do the island justice. You better bloody enjoy them too as I spent 2 hours of my life I will never get back downloading them in an internet cafe in Nadi. It made paint drying seem like an exotic sport!
And the panoramic...
New guests arrived that same afternoon and I met two more Brit chicks called Vicky and Carly. They are IT consultants and have introduced me to the bloggeroid app. I am currently writing bloggingtons on the plane with no WiFi! If I can upload without any issues then hurrah, hurrah, hurray. If I lose all my efforts then big boo hoos all round.
Talking about sitting on the plane, I don't mind telling you I am totally grossed out. I am sitting next to an old Indian woman who keeps popping her pustules which are all over her body. Yes I know I should feel sorry about her medical condition and really I do; surely it must be considered the height of bad manners to flake your scabs and splatter pus all over strangers no matter where you are from? I kid you not she is currently hoisting up her clothes and giving her armpits a good going over, I really need to move...I think I may be sick:(
I left Nacula the day before yesterday and took the 4 hour boat trip back to Nadi on the mainland. I stayed with my couch surfing hosts who put me up when I arrived. Below is a picture of Victoria and her angelic daughter Sophia. Vic is a travel consultant and organised my island hopping. She lives with her cousin Paul and his wife, an Irish woman called Dee. They are truly wonderful people.
They had a right house full. A French brother and sister called Victor and Jeanne, an American guy Frank and the adorable Delaney from Texas. Delaney is from Swampsville and describes the local menfolk as toothless, tattooed fuckers who could be extras from deliverance. She is the youngest of 7, her pa's a drunk and her brother in gaol. She used to be a hairdresser but has fooked everything off in search of adventure in Oz. I wish her all the best, she is truly beautiful both inside and out.
The 5 of us took a cab to The Gardens of the Sleeping Giant. There were some interesting plants but mostly I got lost in the heavenly scent of fresh, green, tropical rainforest. I climbed a hill to check out the view and happened on Delaney having a solitary weep. When I asked she explained they were tears of joy as she felt so happy and lucky to have escaped Swampytown and Fiji's beauty took her breath away. If good things happen to good people then Delaney is truly blessed and I predict she will never, ever return to Swampingtons, she is way too good for such a place:)
Last stop was mud baths and massages. Check out these ridiculous pictures of me and Delaney ha ha. I am trying to think of some witty double entendre to do with mud flaps but failing miserably. Help would be appreciated, feel free to post suggestions on bloggage comments. I could hold a competition, the winner gets to put me up on my return;)
My final evening in Fiji-La was spent sharing a meal and some beeros with my couch surfing friends and now I am on a plane bound for NZ to embark on the last leg of Adilady's adventure.
I kid ye not the old Indian lady has now started to eat her own scabbingtons! It is the final straw and I have asked to move. Yes I know she is one of God's children and my unchristian act could result in this plane falling out of the sky and my one way ticket to Hades and tooth gnashing but they are bringing my lunch out now. Seriously I ask you, what would you have done under the circumstances????
So I am sad to leave Fiji but excited about what's coming next. I am meeting Kirstypops in 5 days hip, hip, hurray!
My lunch has landed so I will love you and leave you my gorgeous readers. This is a very happy but slightly itchy Adilady sending her love and saying over and out xxxx
PS: I'm hoping itchingtons and scratchingtons are psychosomatic but if not please still love me if I develop the pox
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