Sonaisali Resort Sunny Days on Fiji

Published on December 7, 2010 by admin in Fiji, Travel

(this happened on) Thursday 25th June, 2009

The Gap Year Gang Have A Great Day and Meet Old Friends

Sonaisali Resort, Fiji

Another scorcher.

After breakfast I decided that I was going to be action man today but, not until an hour or so on the Internet, the funny thing is I had a hell of a job getting connected here after paying fiji £20 for a 24 hour pass with a 250mb I limit I am now on about day four and am downloading and uploading with gay abandon still on the original pass. I have decided to start finding us a place to stay when we get to Las Vegas, the plan is to spend the week of Sasha’s, Sofia’s and Mine Birthdays in Vegas – We are all snarling Leo’s and August is Vegas time.

I would love to stay in any of the top places especially the Wynn or the Bellagio but I cannot justify the cost so I am aiming much lower and am considering Hooters which we actually quite enjoy especially as it has a Dan Marinos restaurant there and the beans and ribs are quite the most awesome thing with a cold beer.

They do an all you can eat ribs thing, I have never ever finished even one plateful. We did once watch a man mountain of a colored guy chuck down three platefuls with ease, way to go.

Anyway enough about Vegas you will get to read much more about that place in a few weeks.

After netting I headed back to the Bure and leaving Sofia hard at work on her latest art works I headed for the water.

Sofia had got out her bag of collected shells determined to leave a good part of them behind and sew some from each country onto her hat to join the ones she had already put on, she also added more feathers including blue heron feathers from Robinson Crusoe Island. Her hat is a bit of a travel treasure all by itself now.

First I tried a thing that looked like a surfboard but that you sit on, it was supposed to have three fins but was missing one.

Now I don’t know if that was why it was so unstable but I am buggered if I was going to be able to stay on that thing for more than a few minutes without drowning (in 12 inches of water!)

Next I hopped into a kayak and really put in a good few minutes of going for it, wow I got quite dam hot. I had decided that today was the day for me to tackle the wind surfing. I mean why not, the tide was at it’s lowest so the bloody thing would probably be aground anyway and there was not a gnats whisper of wind.

So for the next 30 minutes I looked like what I am, a old fat grey haired bloke who is afraid of open water and cannot windsurf.

Jesus H Christ that’s bloody hard work, you get on try to balance (with my well f*****d hips) and then you reach down and struggle to pull the sail up and once the sail rises gracefully out of the water you fall off either dragging the sail down with you or having the sail drag you down. I can honestly say at no point did man and windsurf achieve anything like harmony. Physically I think it must be great for your upper body because after just ten minutes I was flagging after thirty I was well and truly buggered.

Tail between my legs I pulled the board ashore and went back to the bure.

Sofia was out organising a large taxi to take us to the airport, she also and after several tries managed to arrange a late check out for one of the rooms, so that we don’t need to leave until 3:00pm. Our flight is not until late tomorrow evening.

The hotel also had us booked for a day to many so she had to adjust that.

As she was out so I had a shower and then started to fill the spa bath. Upon Sofia’s return we had a blissful time soaking in the hot water and reading.

While Sofia slept it off I played my computer.

The amount of time I spend on my computer getting the links between the music on my portable hard drive and my mac book to work is incalculable, I am terribly anal.

Once I finish one thing like removing any track numbering, or making sure it says Joe Jackson Band, the – rather that The Joe Jackson Band or even Joe jackson Band, The, then I find something else that needs my attention. It’s pathetic I know but it’s one of my little things.

I also have something like 60gb of old American talk radio shows, from Adam Carolla and Dr Drew on Loveline (my Favourite, go on Google it) to Howard Stern, Ron and Fez, Opie and Anthony on another drive and although I will probably never get around to listening to most of it again I am unable to just delete it all.

I guess I am a collector of useless things that nobody else would want and having got them I have to ensure all the information is correct and to my liking.

After that it was soon time for dinner, on the way at the hotel reception we bumped into four staff members from Robinson Crusoe Island, Ronnell, Rick, Millie and Captain Jack, they seemed genuinely pleased to see us.

Dinner was a bit dodgy this evening, Sofia’s medium rare steak was cremated and so we asked for and a got a replacement and my slow cooked chicken was actually a slow uncooked chicken hmm.

The boys from RCI Ronnell and Rick came and joined us but they were so drunk that they could hardly stand up, they were very funny and Rick kept cuddling Sofia and kissing her cheek. They were still raving about the costumes and the hat she left behind for them. We were waiting for Ronnell to fall in the pool, he was so unsteady on his feet. They all had to be back at work the next day I bet they have horrible hangovers, they wee well and truly bladdered and quite hilarious.

We played a bit of cards before heading back to the rooms.

Basty and I went to play table tennis while Sasha and Sofia went frog and toad hunting on a camera safari.

This time they decided to fill the bath in Sasha’s Bure with the frogs and toads so that she could get some good pictures with Baby (her camera).

Sofia had heard somewhere that if you put a frog on it’s back it lies still.

So she tried it first on a large toad and it did not work at all, then she tried it on a small frog and it lay in the palm of her hand quite still with it’s little hands at it’s chest, so appealing.

Basty’s job was to get rid of them outside once the impromptu modeling session was over. Then it was back to ours for a couple of episodes of Boston Legal, I bloody love Denny Crane and Alan Shore.