Simon and Ali got up early today to take part in a two hour hike to the highest point on the island. Patrina the American student co coordinator leads the walk and by all accounts they have a good time. When they get back around 10am I’m surprised to see they are completely knackered and filthy dirty, apparently the hike was fairly hard going and poor Ali suffered badly with his hay fever.
Maisie and I have had some breakfast and feeling guilty for my complete lack of exercise I decide to have a try in the gym. The gym area is on the beach and consists of a couple of bikes, a cross trainer and a rowing machine. Keeping in mind that I don’t want to exert myself particularly and do anything too strenuous I opt for half an hour on the exercise bike and leave it at that.
I ask at reception if it’s ok to start moving our stuff to our new home “Bure 6″ and when I’m given the ok get moving, Maisie and Mairi help me and it takes us about 20 minutes. It’s well worth it though. The new place is so so cool, with 3 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms it’s massive and has lots of natural light. It’s also in a beautiful location, again right on the beachfront but with a long veranda out the front and a big patch of grass with coconut palms and a couple of hammocks.
I spend the afternoon lying on the grass outside our bure, it’s very peaceful and we love it here. When we talk to Mairi and Kevin later they tell us that the price for a one bed roomed beachfront bure was 450 Fijian dollars a night in 2005. The coup has definitely been a positive for us as we wouldn’t have been able to afford to come here .The normal rate for this place would be 690 dollars a night. (Without food) As we are getting it for the same rate as the other place – 50 Fijian Dollars each and all our food, we’re very pleased and well satisfied.
In the afternoon Caroline and Douglas an Aussie fella take the Hobi Cat out for a couple of hours and take Ali with them. He comes back having had a great time and plays volleyball on the beach with Simon and the fellas before collapsing in an exhausted heap.
We have dinner, a BBQ and then it’s the Hermit Crab Race again. When the winning crab No. 11 representing Wales is called with Ali as the owner we’re a little confused as we didn’t enter but it turns out that Malley has bought Ali a crab and entered it for him. Ali wins 19 dollars and is thrilled and touched by Malley’s kind gesture. We all sit having a few drinks and head off to bed around 11pm.