I arrived on Mana after an horrific hour long speedboat journey to singing Fijians putting a flower in my hair and all of a sudden the world is good again.

I was shown to the dorm I'd be staying in. It was past the school, past the church and a couple of bures. Luckily got used to this prospect pretty quickly.

Made quite a few friends on Mana, so many Germans! We spent our days on the beaches the other side of the island which were blissful. One of them was at the end of the 'runway' so we had the odd plane flying over our heads.

Spent the evenings enduring bula hour at the hostel with forced shouting and clapping and the obligatory travellers drinking games. Bit of a shame to leave having had a good time here but I'm interested to see what else Fiji has to offer.