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 awoken by a voice over the tannoy system that sounded like a gun shot!

Welcomed by Whialialia's entire family standing on the beach and waving, they even had one of the three dooty boys help to carry the bags from the boat up to the bures; apparently he was 'in training'. Once we were ashore we hugged all of the family members and were welcomed as an extension of their family, they say 'Welcome home!' before leading you to your bure.

The entire village is family run and it is obvious that they are all extremely close, we had a competition amongst us to see who could guess who was whose brother, son or cousin - it's almost impossible to tell!

As my back had turned into something resembling a radish I decided to have a day out of the sun. Paddle boarding and snorkelling yesterday had come at a price, and before everyone starts rolling their eyes and muttering, 'Will he ever learn?' I was applying sun screen religiously every few hours!

Sitting on our bure's balcony overlooking the inviting Pacific Ocean, where Gnomes and Chels were tinkering about somewhere, I was surrounded by very nippy, little lizards that were doing a stand-up job of hoovering up all of the ants that were invading my personal space.

After a fantastic meal made by the grandmother of the island, I have never tasted a sweeter pineapple, everyone was invited to remain in the dining bure to dance and just generally have a giggle. We were all taught the Fiji version of the Makarina which was great fun and quickly had everyone laughing almost as much as they were perspiring.

With the sun well into its decline and darkness creeping in we were invited to a Kava ceremony. Kava is the name of a root and is said to have hallucinogenic properties. The Fijians give it the inviting nickname of 'muddy water' which is exactly what it looks like. A large ceremonial wooden bowl on legs is placed in the middle of a banana leaf mat which we all sat around in a circle. The Kava is poured from a small paper bag into a cloth bag and strained into the bowl which is now full of the cold water. The mixture is handed to you in half of a coconut shell, you clap once and announce 'BULA' which means 'WELCOME' where everyone repeats bula back to you, when you have drained your earthy drink you then clap three times and smile like it was the best thing you ever tasted. Everyone's lips and tongues went tingly and numb from the drink, but mine unfortunately didn't, this apparently made me a 'true Fijian' as the drink hadn't affected me quickly.

The drink was passed around to everyone three times, when someone said, 'Taci' ('again') the drink was passed around the circle again. It was great sitting with all the Fijians, they laughed at anything and had great senses of humours. They took enormous pleasure in winding Chelsea up! They were also hugely interested in riddles and passed a good half hour reciting some and listening to ours with a great intensity. They have promised to teach me a Fijian card game tomorrow, so hopefully I can bring that back to Wales with me.

With my tongue eventually numb and the Kava making me incredibly sleepy, we headed back to our vast, mosquito net covered bed.