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 expos...

We boarded our small boat in the shallow water outside of our hostel. Surprisingly, it was punctual. We had been expecting the usual, palms spread shrug of the shoulders where the locals say, 'Fiji time!' which they basically say to eradicate any fault at being late. Sitting at the bow of the boat with a French man that was far too devoted to his GoPro, we skimmed across the mirror that was the ocean beneath us - it was the calmest water I had seen! Our boat rid...

Over a scrumptious breakfast of pancakes and syrup we met a small brigade of people who I quickly nicknamed: Gnomes (Naomi), French Fries (Matthau) Glenjelafever (Rhys Glen Brady), Britney Beers (Britney) and Randy (who's name was so ridiculous already I didn't bother thinking of a nickname for). Chelsea being the trooper that she is, had organised a trip to a local mud spa for us and everyone was keen to tag along, in the end all seven of us went. Our driver, ...