On the boat to Kuata there was a big grey cloud ahead of us and sure as anything it was just in front of the island that we were going to. It started to rain a little so I put my bag under the chair to stop it from getting wet. When we were on the tiny transfer boat just getting to the island, I realised that I had left my bag under the seat. This was not good news to begin with as it had my camera, phone, ipod and money in it. It was even worse news when it turned out that the suncream was in it and the island was fresh out of all sunscreen! As the cloud had disapeared and there was no more rain, this meant we had to spend the best part of the day in a hammock in the shade reading. What a terrible thing to happen. Lying there in a big hammock underneath a coconut tree with the warm breeze blowing over you and on some occasions turning the page so you didn't have to move too much. Sometimes the stress of page turning got too much and I had to stare out at the pacific ocean sparkling in the sunshine, it was hard to concentrate over the breaking of the waves on the white sand.

So the boat came back and Barry was waiting on shore for my bag...he didn't want to wake me from my nap (it had been a long day). Turns out they hadn't put my bag on the boat and I would have to wait until the following day to get my things back. I got a bit worried about my camera and things but I was informed that the crew took very good care of things and it would be safe. We made a decision to sit in the sun for a little while and dip our efet in the sea and then watched the sunset. It was beautiful. We then had our dinner (fish again...I don't eat fish so I went hungry) and went to bed ready to rise early with the sun and get my bag back.

The following day was the worst day for food and I really struggled. We had two lumps of sweet bread and a thin slice of water melon for breakfast and then I got my bag back and was very happy that all was safe and looked after. We then headed out fo snorkelling in the reef with a difference. There were sharks out there and our guide was going to feed them. We were instructed to go off the boat backwards...now I did this in Australia but I was blissfully unaware of any sharks or dangerous creatures of the sea. This time I was doing into shark infested waters! We got out and the first thing Barry did was to point out that there were two right underneath us. After swimming so fast my legs hurt and screaming through my snorkel at a pitch that only dogs could hear I got to the coral and it was beautiful. I forgot where I was until I looked down and saw a massive shark swimming along the sea bed. I kept going and eventually there were about 5 sharks under my feet. Then the guide started to spear fish and hold them out to them...they were going crazy, they even went for a girls flippers! It was tough to stay a fair distance away from them when more turned up and there were about 10-15 grey and white tipped sharks around us. One big b***** got close to my ankle but by this point I was getting really intrigued by them. They were amazing and I'm so glad I did it. I would never normally do something like that but hey, how often do you get to snorkel with sharks around Brighton Pier?!

After a good couple of hours snorkelling I was starving but had to wait a goodwhile for lunch. ONce we got it it was fish and rice so I had plain, boiled rice at 12pm and dinner wasn't until 7pm...how was I going to do this?! Well I spent the afternoon lying in the sun and then decided it would be a good idea to walk to the summit of the island. Some American girl said that it was easy but I think she must have been Miss America as it certainly was not easy! Maybe it was because I had only had bread and rice all day and it was now 5pm but I have never ben so exhausted. We had to walk up a hill through what can only be described as a jungle to get to the peak of the island. It was well worth it though as the views were amazing. You could see a lot of the other Yasawa islands and some of the Mamanuca's too. It just happened to be a cloudy evening so we left as there was no chance of a sunset that night. I'm glad we left as walking down that steep mud track in the dark would not have been good.

Soon after dinner was served and the main course was, you guessed it...fish! The best thing about the dinner was that there was a boiled potato, just the one mind but I have never been so happy to see a potato ion my whole life! I ate it so fast that I went up for a second one...how greedy of me! So I managed to fill myself up after a gruelling day with two boiled potatoes, better than nothing!

Later that night we were treated to the Bula dance and then played games, I lost one (I didn't know what the hell was going on) and had to stand in the middle of a circle with a broom for the whole round, it was more than humiliating and no, there are no pictures of it! Then there was a bonfire, a silly idea some might say when the temperatures are hitting 30 degrees but it was brilliant and a child no older than 10 was doing fire twirling, it was very impressive. Later that evening four of us went and joined the Fijians who lived on the island and drank Kava and talked about life on Fiji. They played guitars and sang underneath the stars on a jetty over the beach. It was amazing and I went to sleep exhausted but very happy after such an amazing day! The local people were so friendly and just couldn't do enough to make us comfortable and make us welcome. I thought they were brilliant and was sad to be leaving the next day but I was also very excited about the new island we were heading to...was this one going to be like the lilt advert too?!