The days in Oarsman’s Bay were deliciously slow.
Mads and I went diving each morning and spent a lot of time doing as little as possible, while the girls had fun with the Czech girls – hermit crab racing, swimming, kayaking, playing.
As our own resort was very basic, occasionally we would go to the larger resort next door to have a drink and a change of scenery, only to return to the calm of our homebase afterwards.
One day during the week, a cargo ship arrived with materials for renovating some of the cabins in our resort.
It didn’t take long for the children to spot an opportunity to have a different kind of waterworld. You would think someone might object to that (as would have been the case in Denmark, without a doubt) – but quite to the contrary, the crew more or less joined in, and made sure the girls had a buoy to hold on to in the water if needed. For a few hours the primary fun in the area was about jumping in the water from different heights on the boat. It was quite entertaining too. 😉
Back home, I remember someone advicing us against going to Fiji in the rain season. However, while we were there, we had rain only twice – once during the night, and one afternoon at a time, when it was rather welcome due to the heat. We had beautiful weather and a nice breeze during the day – the temperature was high, but not unbearable.
It was dark quite early in the evening, and soon after the sun had set, it was pitch black. The children didn’t stop swimming until the darkness fell, and by then, they went back to their hermit crabs and the attempts to find the fastest and most determined one of them.
Living at the beach is great. Having sandy feet all the time, jumping into the water whenever you feel like it, and never worrying about getting wet, because you will dry within half an hour anyway. Of course, that calls for documentation. Look closely – Mads is photographing his feet and a drink – if you follow him on Instagram, you may recognize the motive. 😉
Mads and I had some very nice dives there. Underwater rock formations, beautiful corals, and lots of different fish. Still, our last dive was in a league of its own – we encountered five different species of sharks, swimming closely all around us. It was an awe-inspiring sight, and definitely not something I have tried before, though I have a few hundred dives behind me. Awesome dive to finish off with.
Eventually, our week there had passed, and we had packed our bags and were waiting for the Yasawa Flyer to take us back to Nadi. I think we were all a bit sad about leaving this beautiful place, but at the same time we started to realize, that seeing our house back home again wouldn’t be so bad after all. Even Frida who had been looking forward to returning home, needed some sisterly consolation upon leaving Oarsman’s and their newfound friends. Goodbyes are hard.
That same evening, we were back in the Raffles Gateway Hotel in Nadi. We had time for an extra swim in the swimming pool before dinner and bedtime.
Now all that remained was a very early start the next morning before the flights home. Nadi – Hong Kong, Hong Kong – London, London – Copenhagen.
26 hours of flying all in all. 11 hours of waiting in airports.
And bam. Back in greyish Denmark.
We’ve been back here for more than a week now – the kids are back in school, and Mads and I are back at our jobs. And what an adventure we have had together. I would totally do it again. Totally.