After our long weekend in Sydney, we made our way back over to Fiji. I bought round trip tickets between LA and Nadi, so I knew we’d have to come back here eventually, but I had no idea it would come so soon. I kept saying, “How is it possible that we’re on the last week of this trip?!” When you plan something for so long and obsess over details, you’re almost shocked when it comes to fruition.
We decided this week was best spent relaxing. I want to top off my tan so it will stick around for the summer and Jer desperately wants to catch up on sleep. We’ve both been writing for different publications, and I love having that to keep us busy and somewhat connected to the real world. Plus we’ve been doing very long daily beach walks to work off the calories we’ve acquired the past 3 months or so.
This time, instead of trekking all the way down to Mango Bay on the Coral Coast (about an hour and a half on bumpy, winding roads), we decided to stick close to the city. The place we stayed is right on the water and has horses running up and down the beach, which makes me squeal like a little girl every time I see one.
The beach is made up of volcanic black sand but the shells are bright white. There’s an “airport” next door, without a runway as it’s only for little two seater seaplanes. Every time one takes off, I grab my phone and try to video it, but I can never seem to capture how cool it actually is.
Every single night, the sun sets right out in front, behind another one of Fiji’s 333 islands. The skies light up pink and orange and the water is like glass. Coincidently, the planets Jupiter and Venus nearly lined up one night we were there and we laid out on the beach to watch them dance.
Overall, the last week was the least exciting but the most relaxing. Exactly what we needed right before going back to reality!