As Bounty Island is basically a sandbar in the middle of the ocean it has little to do except laze around or snorkel which suited our little gang just fine. Britney Beers had decided that to spend a moment without a beer was a moment wasted and I couldn't fault her gumption when it came to Fiji Gold lager! As for myself and Chelsea we were abstaining from the golden nectar in order to tighten up the purse strings so we were just sucking on the moss that was exposed at low tide.

In the morning I had the good fortune of coming across a baby black tipped reef shark when I was out snorkelling, Jesus those things are fast. I don't really understand how they do it as they only seem to lazily flick their tails once. It put into perspective just how out of our element we are as humans when in the water; from that point on I jumped and gave out a little shriek every time a plant moved in the peripherals of my mask. The sharks are in fact completely harmless to humans but that doesn't stop you hearing the Jaws theme tune every now and then, thanks a lot Spielberg.

Crisping in the sun like a slab of pork crackling we decided to take to the sea again on the paddle boards that were generously provided for free by our extended Fijian family. They were surprisingly easy to use and everyone looked surprisingly sturdy except for Rhys and Chelsea who seemed determined to stay wet, Rhys even managed to lose his third pair of shades in two days in a particularly wild tumble.

In the night everyone was invited on a trundle around the island's circumference in order to collect firewood for a bonfire. With everyone helping out we managed to get a fairly decent sized wigwam built and pointed out star constellations as the fire was lit, so far from air pollution the skies are crystal clear here.

It was a great final evening on the island. A power outage added to the evening as we were sort of thrown back to something perennial with just a fire, sand and sea - Bounty Island has been a great host.