First of all, I’d like to thank everyone for stopping by the blog while I was on vacation – your support, comments, re-tweets, and Facebook likes mean the world to me and keep me going – mahalo!
And for those of you who have asked how Fiji was… it was FABULOUS!
We started our trip in Nadi on the island of Viti Levu. Nadi is a great little place with lovely sites to see (Hindu temples and orchid gardens) and a good place to stock up on souvenirs. Plus, the Indian food was out of this world. There is a large Indian population in Fiji from the British colonial era and my husband and I are always on the lookout for great Indian food (a rarity here in Hawaii) so our cab driver recommended a little hole in the wall eatery called Curry House. I’d fly the six hours again just to eat there. If you get the chance to visit Fiji you’ll pretty much have to fly into Nadi to catch a boat or flight to the resort islands, so stop at Curry House and don’t let its facade scare you away!
Most tourists go to Fiji for the resort islands, and that’s exactly what we did. There are over 300 islands in Fiji and one popular chain of them is right off of Viti Levu – the Yasawas. We took the catamaran Yasawa Flyer which makes a daily run up the island chain (five hours to the top) and it stops to pick up and drop off vacationers along the way. The resort islands closest to Viti Levu have a sort of ‘Club Med on a budget vibe’ – if you know what I mean. You can jet ski there if you wanted and the beaches were filled with drunk 20 somethings playing frisbee and backpackers (< disclaimer: I have nothing against being a drunk twenty something year old on holiday, I am frequently a drunk twenty something year old myself, but it’s not the most romantic way to spend a vacation with your husband!). If you’re looking for a more isolated, quiet, no children allowed, only 10 bungalows on the whole island sort of resort, go no further than Natvutu Stars on Yaqeta Island (towards the end of the Yasawa Flyer’s run). This place is a true gem. It’s exactly what you think about when you imagine a luxury resort in the South Pacific.
You’re greeted on the beach with music, singing, and a coconut drink – led to your bungalow with a private beach, asked about what interests you and what activities you’d like to do, driven around in a boat taxi (by Eddie he knows all the awesome snorkeling spots), treated to massages, and five star gourmet dining (and if you want crab for every meal like I did someone will walk out to the reef and catch a few for you). The place is amazing. If my kitten could have come with us and the internet was a little more reliable I wouldn’t have left.
The Fijian staff were the friendliest people I’ve ever met, and not in that fake friendly way – a genuine, sit down with you during cocktail hour, have a great conversation, and then invite you to watch the village soccer game sort of way. We knew each others names by the end of the second day.
I’ve traveled a lot and after each trip I feel like I’ve fallen in love with the place I’ve just been, but with Fiji it’s not love. It’s an obsession. It was so good we’re planning on going back (and yes! to the exact same resort) this summer and if you ever get the chance to do the same, I couldn’t recommend it more.