Meeting Mrs. Chief This morning after breakfast we went into the village with a local guide. We had to cover our shoulders and wear their sarongs, and also take off our shoes as we entered any of their houses as a sign of respect. The locals live in huts similar to the ones we're staying in, and they have a chief, whose house we visited, although we met his wife rather than him! By the time we had been to one end of the village the women had laid out their wares...

In desperate need of Factor 30! We thought Beachcomber was basic, until we arrived at our next island, Nacula, which is in the north of the Yasawa group of islands. It took four hours to get here, during which time we managed to get completely sunburnt, despite wearing suncream! We arrived on the island and were met by the staff, who led us into the dining room, and served us lunch, of which there was only one option. Luckily none of us are fussy eaters! Our ac...