With the sun warming my toes inside my mosquito net I got up feeling a scoach tired. These feelings were quickly dispelled as I was completing my crossword on the veranda and was invited to go spear fishing by my favourite Fijian. I requested that he teach me and he rather surprisingly agreed! Full of enthusiasm I bounded down to their small boat with flippers and snorkel in hand (colour coordinated in a racy blue for anyone that's interested). With my first try...

After the most hideous night's sleep of the 9,763 days I have been alive, I awoke like a sloth that had been dowsed in water. I am not exaggerating when I say that I think I may have melted like a wax work if I had been in that bed much longer. Sleep came in staggered episodes as the fan which was loosely pointed at our bed let out a vague squeaking sound which couldn't be unheard. I then had Chelsea jolting awake next to me at sporadic intervals throughout the n...

Waving goodbye to Brit and Rhys as we left Bounty Island, again serenaded by a guitar playing Fijian. It was sad to leave them but they had to head back to the reality of work a little sooner than us. Gnomes had decided to accompany me and Chels to the Yasawa Islands so three of the original five still remained. With a quick bag exchange, we boarded our obnoxiously yellow boat and set off for the Yasawa Islands were I drifted into a tired sleep, only to be awoke...