Seeing as I've now survived 2 and half natural disasters, I think it's time to do another blog.

I can't actually remember what the last thing I wrote was so I'll just assume that youre all clued up on my last trip to Oz. So me and Chelsey decided to go back to Fiji last month, spur of the moment thing.

Our first stop was on the mainland, Nadi. We were meant to stay for a few hours but we decided to do a horse riding trek up the mountains which brought back the inner cowboy in me. You can only spend so much time on the mainland without going crazy so we took off to the islands the next day.

Maolo Island, Funky Fish Resort. We should have guessed from the name that it wouldnt be fabulous. We turned up and there was a total of 5 guests. This was the only island that we werent paying for food so we had to live off the 'fat a the land' or the fat of the cookies and dry noodles. Fortunately we were taken pity on and this is when we met Phil. We got talking and he told us his plans for making a new resort on the island and that he needed someone to run his bar/restaurant (hello job offer). Anyway he was leaving the next day so introduced us to his business partner Keith.

The next day we spent living in luxury on Musket Cove (I'll upload the photos for you all to drool over later). The whole day consisted of being wined and dined, driving around in golf buggies and putting various items on Keiths tab. We stayed in the most beautiful villa at the top of the hill overlooking the island. The next day was spent island hopping on keiths boat. Anyway the dream couldnt live forever and we were hit with reality when the talks of the cyclone hit so we had to flee to the next island, Mana Island.

After a few very windy days, we managed to escape death and we were also free to leave the island. This island has a way of trapping it's guests though and we spent the next week doing our advanced diving course where we got to swim with tonnes of sharks, turtles, rays etc amaaazing!

Next brief stop on Bounty Island where Celebrity Love Island was filmed, beautiful island but not much to report here.

Things took a turn for the worse as we arrived at our next location, Nacula Island. I've never experienced a holiday from hell and truely believed that if you had the weather everything else would work out. This was not the case. We arrived to a skanky hut where we were served lunch, consisting of rice and what could only be described as diarrhea. After eating a mouthful of rice, me and Chelsey decided to flee down the beach in search of bigger and better things, sadly we found nothing and returned. The rest of the day was spent floating unhappily and hungrily in the sea. It was almost dinner time so I washed myself in the flooded showers and sat down at the table, of which mushroom dishwater was presented to us and a main of fish and slime. I know you're probably all thinking that we were just being fussy, but this really took it to new levels so we politely asked for the vegetarian options. In return we got death stares and noodles which tasted like cat's arse. We thought this would be the worst of it, yet after dinner we were taunted by the workers so we refused to join in with their 'fun and games' and took ourselves to bed. As described earlier, food was pretty much inedible and so ran straight through me, hopping out of my bed I went to open the door and much to my dismay the workers had locked us in. On the verge of a mental breakdown and a messy floor I cracked and had a BF (b**** fit) and screamed and shouted for them to let us out, finally being let out I was met by a toilet with no loo roll.

Onwards and upwards, we headed for Manta Ray. A massive relief, it was absolutely beautiful AND we got to choose between 12 meals on the dinner menu, and let me tell you after 2 months of getting what you're given this was a massive moment in my life. People here were brilliant, there were some guys (who looked remarkably similar to Jesus) on their stag do, so the next 2 nights were filled with lots of sambucca, dancing and bad heads. I have to add in that I saw a Moray Eel just because it was so exciting.

Most of us headed to Beachcomber Island, the party island. Pretty much similar to Manta Ray on the partying.

Back to Mana AGAIN. We didnt manage to finish our diving course the last time so had to go back for what we thought would be 1 night but turned into 4 nights. We did our night dive, really freaky because you dont have a clue where you are, but we saw some pretty cool stuff (MASSIVE lobsters, squid, sharks and other things which probably won't mean much to any of you). This was when we found our puppy bella, the most beautiful thing ever. She turned up scared and covered in ticks, thousands and thousands of them. So we removed all the ticks, bathed her and fed her. We didnt know where she came from so she stayed with us. Bad idea. We'd had puppies on the island before but I'd managed to keep myself from getting attached to them. Our mission over the next few days was to get bella off the island and back to the mainland where she could be adopted (because the dogs were starved and treated like crap on Mana). We found a boat that would take us back with bells on the day of our flight. Time of boat: 12 15, time to mainland: 1 hour, time of flight 2 50. Needless to say it was a stressful few hours, especially as we didnt know how bella would react to being on very bumpy boat ride. But as usual she was very well behaved and we finally managed to get to the RSPCA. Saying goodbye was definitely one of the hardest things, I was an emotional wreck. Not good.

Arrived at the airport just in time, we even got a special mention over the microphone tellling us to get a move on. We felt like celebrities.

So there you go, that's been my life over the past month. Back in Australia now and should be online more regularly so I can actually speak to people.

XXX