Fiji Cyclone Beach Holiday (that would make a great band name by the way!)
We probably should never have got on that first ferry. We should have stayed in Nadi. We should have realized it was a bad omen when all the other boats were cancelled due to high seas and bad weather. But I held out some optimism that the weather would clear – after all, for the last three weeks of my time in the Pacific Islands, it would rain, but then stop an hour or two later and then be just as sunny as before. Plus my friend was visiting me from Australia on his first ever international trip. We will refer to him from here on in as my “most unfortunate friend.”
The boat ride was not as bad as I had suspected it may be. I used my usual sea sickness trick, plugged into my ipod, and went to my “happy place.” As long as I concentrate hard enough, and don’t move my head or eyes at all, I can usually avoid extreme sea sickness. After about 40 minutes, we arrived at Bounty Island. Our first stop on our island hopping trip.
The winds were high, but it wasn’t raining. We dropped our stuff in the beach bungalow and hurried to grab some lunch before it was taken away. In the distance, there was a speck of sunlight showing through the clouds – and it gave me hope.
The weather, however, did not clear. The rain pelted down so hard, anyone outside was instantly soaked. The winds were so high that it seemed that half the ocean was being blown into my face at any one moment.
Our bungalow could not be described as weather proof. As the floor slowly began to fill up with water, we moved all our things to the top bunk. But we were still rather dry. For now.
The next day was worse. The winds were so high it was difficult to move against it. The ferry had been cancelled, leaving many unfortunate travelers stranded on the island for another day. Our somewhat dry bungalow could no longer be described as anything but soaked. The only shelter on the island had broken doors and windows, and the rain and sea spray came straight into our only place of refuge.
Our next stop was supposed to be Beachcomber Island – the party island. An even smaller island than Bounty. Probably not the best place to go to weather a cyclone. We decided to try to get back to Nadi by any means.
That night, as I tried to stay warm in a soaking wet bed, surrounded by soaking wet blankets, my most unfortunate friend had to deal with my tears of frustration. Cold, wet, and trapped is not a good look for me. You know it’s not the most comfortable bed, when you wake up in the morning with prune hands and feet.
The ferry was over an hour late… but it was coming. Which was the best news of the day. Although if I had known what was going to be in store for me on that ferry, I might have had a much higher opinion of my swimming pool bed and decided to stay……