We fly in after 24 hours flight with high hopes. From the air it looked like paradise.
But from the ground......FIJI = FAIL.
It appears we have arrived in the height of the rainy season.
Heavy wind, heavy rain = strong rum to cure the disappointment and jetlag.
We escaped the mainland bound for Mana island and were greeted with postcard perfection.
BULA!
(hello,welcome,life)
We were welcomed with the 'Bula' song at the Mana Lagoon backpackers. We weren't expecting such a serene and secluded spot in such a touristic destination, but we found ourselves in a tiny local village on a tiny pacific island. No hassle, no schedule, no notion of the hour or the day - we're on Fiji Time.
Mitch - all round dancer/entertainer/Polynesian flame thrower.
Rosie et al picking fruit in the village. (The blue house on the right is our room)
Passing the rain with Xavier, our resident French gypsy/guru.
Hiking
Mana magic
Spongebob does Castaway - Fiji's claim to fame.
People play all day and swim fully clothed.
Our Mana family bids us farewell Fiji style with singing and dancing.
