Yasawa Islands, Fiji

Bula! Pretty simple one this. I didn’t plan coming here when planning my trip, but as it was stop over I thought I’d poke my nose in. I had no intentions of doing a single damn thing as I was pretty activitied out after New Zealand. So got a ferry to a tiny little island with small resort on the beach. And that was it. I lied in the clouds (the sun didn’t really come out for the whole week), surrounded by women in bikinis (tough life).


No activities, no day trips, no real partying, just beach, book, food, booze, bed. It was a pretty old place though and the locals were very friendly. Quite similar to Thailand except a lot more expensive (15 pound an hour for internet anyone?)

I did successfully managed to wipe 14GB of music off my mp3 player whilst trying to fix it (I could dedicate an entire blog entry to repeatedly typing the word ‘shit’, but I wont bother). Looks like I now have no music to listen to at all now. Pig bollocks.

Anyway, after all the isolation I thought I’d spend one night on the ‘party island’ called Beachcomber. Maybe get in a bit of DJing. Turned out that the beach was far below par than the one id just been on, there were no DJ decks only Micheal Jackson and Black Eyed Peas on loop and the only real party to be had was by the mosquitoes who ravaged me in the night. But again, it was a nice time to hang out with girls in bikinis.

Thank you Fiji. You were tidy. Next up is the main event of the trip. Le pierce de morgan. The one Ive been waiting for. The United States of America. As they might say over there…..BRING IT THE HELL ON!!