It really is hard to have a bad time in Fiji.
It was a water-lovers paradise (and most appreciated given the 30+ degree heat we experienced each day). Each day we enjoyed swimming at the beautiful beach AND the swimming pool (one with a mini water slide). Our first bure was literally positioned on the sand of the beach and we could watch the children swim in the shallow low tide from the comfort of our verandah.
There was snorkeling to be done (not by me because I forgot to bring my contact lenses and can see NOTHING without my glasses) and the Geege managed a short session.
There was lots of jumping off the pontoon- the quickest way to make you feel like a kid again I discovered.
We ate two catered meals every day, breakfast and dinner, and a lazy lunch in between.
We relaxed and/or read in a hammock under the shade of a coconut tree in the heat of the day, enjoying a daily siesta along side the toddlers.
We spent quality time with the family (and whooped some Newton butt in a game of New Zealand Trivial Pursuit).
We walked along the water's edge or sat in the outdoor restaurants watching the sun go down each night, enjoying the colours and the tranquility and waving bye to another glorious day.
We drank cocktails - too many really - and found that parenting 'under the influence' is quite fun when you don't have to cook or clean (Note to self: Mai Thai is not your friend).
We celebrated the end of one year and the beginning of the next with the bang of fireworks (just like home!).
Fijian's love music. They play it constantly and it is really uplifting with a real 'holiday feel'. Mostly I totally dug their vibe, but not so much on Christmas morning. At exactly 4am on 25.12.10 we were woken by the sound of a knock at the door. Now remember that we had the looooongest day in the world on 24.12.10 so we were perhaps a little less
friendly interested than we might have been. The early morning visitor turned out to be 'Fijian Santa' who popped by to give us a Christmas cake and sing us a little tune with his mates playing guitars. It was joyous and cute but it was 4am and I was in my nighty and Dew Drop was woken by the racket and wanted to start the day...
Later that day, the resort forgot the twin's birthday cake that we thought we had arranged before we arrived. We did some celebrating of their 2nd birthday during the day, but had planned to have cake at dinner. We stretched them and stretched them on Christmas night (hoping for a miracle?), trying to get them through the 100 course Christmas meal so we could get all birthday happy, but in the end, their tired little eyes could cope no more and the Geege and I took everybody home to bed. We sang them a little rendition of Happy Birthday while they were falling asleep. Another dud birthday (we are not good at the Christmas birthday clash).
The next night (after 9pm) we got a call from the reception to say that Sue (our waitress) was bringing down the cake. Um. Thanks. Along the beach walked a procession of at least 10 Fijian's in matching Hawaiian shirts, strumming guitars and singing Happy Birthday. The Minx woke for the occasion, but Dew Drop slept through his serenade. Another very cute but WTF music moment!
I am not going to dwell on this for long but 'Bula-belly' was not a fun aspect of the trip. Changing 6 pooey nappies a day is not a highlight for me.
And while we are at it, poor old Uncle Noods really could have left that Crown of Thorns he stepped on in the water. That was an experience I think he will never forget and one that we all wish had not been part of our holiday! We joked about him having to 'declare' his foot going through customs on the way home. A sneaky way to bring in a bit of the sea-life of Fiji.
A lovely trip was had by all. I would totally do it again, but probably not for another 2 years. Two four year olds would be a hell of a lot easier to wrangle than two year olds.
What did you do over Christmas and New Years? Ever had a WTF moment in Fiji?
* I wanted to post some other photos but Blogger isn't letting me!