Manta Magic
[This section has been written sometime after I left Fiji, but it covers what I was up to, and has been shoehorned into the right place in the narrative - P]
Aah, Fiji. Land of sunkissed beaches, coconut trees waving in the breeze and turquoise blue waters. Hard to imagine it without the good weather, eh? Well, it happens. Especially when a tropical storm blows through the region of the Pacific north of the islands. This left us with overcast, fairly grey weather for several days, without even the comfort of something pretty like a storm. This might have led to a less-fun time being had, were it not for the fact that I had arrived at the most fun place I stayed in my time in the erstwhile Cannibal Islands: Manta Ray Island resort.
Well, I say I had arrived. First I had had the joy of negotiating my way onto the bus to the marina, and then from the bus to the boat, whilst juggling my day-pack (overburdened with supplies for a week), another bag with snacks and my duty-free (part of the attempt to minimise my vulnerability to scalping by the island resort operators) and a bin-bag with my water supplies in. Yes, I had acquired 8 large bottles of water to take with me, as those returning from the islands had warned me that drinking water tends to be the big expense nobody budgets for properly. Unfortunately, the weight of these and the flimsy nature of the bin-bag meant much juggling and cursing, but I made it in the end.
The actual boat trip up, on the massive canary-yellow Yasawa Flyer catamaran, was pretty easy, and I transferred at the far end, along with a few others, to a small metal dinghy for the transfer to the beach. This was accomplished in the company of the ever-ebullient "Captain Nemo", one of the Fijian staff who ran the resort. Most Fijians are pretty outgoing, especially those working in the tourist trade, but Nemo was a walking bundle of enthusiasm. That first day, I got my stuff stowed in the resort's dorm and settled down on the beach for a bit of coconut-carving. Yes, the morning's activity was making bracelets from coconut shells. Sounds naff? I loved it. Hadn't got involved in actually making anything for ages, and the strength of coconut shell meant I was messing about with saws and the like, which generally cheers me up. Probably something worrying in my sense of glee when let loose with sharp objects, but it's all good fun.
And then the island's drum rang out for lunch. The lunch was my first introduction to Manta's food, and what bliss it was. The chef there had made some fantastic fish-burgers (and veggie-burgers for the rabbits amongst us), with fresh salads and the like as well. That was largely the pattern for the food there - good food, nothing too pretentious, really tasty and plenty of it. Never any problems with there being enough food to go around, and it was always worth going back for seconds. As you can imagine, I was in hog-heaven.
On top of blissful food and maniacally cheerful staff, there was a great atmosphere amongst the other guests there. Manta Ray is certainly not the cheapest place in the islands, but at 75FJD per night (all meals included), which is about 25 quid, it was still within the budgets of many in the backpacking crowd. This and a decent dorm setup have helped make it one of the most popular places to stay in the Yasawas - I'd had to book the day I arrived in Fiji to secure the nights there I had wanted, and that was over a week in advance - which meant there was usually something going on. While it's perfectly possible to lounge around in hammocks, reading books in between the odd dip in the water, there are also activities most days.
The best of these, and the one for which the resort is named, is the trip to go snorkelling with Manta Rays in one of the nearby bays. Doing this was incredible. I'd seen a Manta once before whilst snorkelling, off Exmouth, but that was only a brief glimpse of a single creature. On the trip I did here I saw something like 6 of the graceful beasts, winging their way through the water like graceful underwater starships. And in the evenings, there's usually a few souls to be found in the bar, indulging in the odd beverage. I had some great nights there with various friends old and new (Helen from my FJX trip was there when I arrived, and a few more familiar faces showed themselves, and I had a good laugh with two Americans, Megan and Mike, who were doing a SCUBA course there), egged on throughout by the mad Fijian head barmaid, who gloried in the name of "Tequila!". Enthusiastic bar-staff and a tab system are a dangerous combination, but a fun one.
Still, all good things must come to an end and, after 3 nights chilling with the Mantas it was time to head on to my next island. My stuff was squeezed back into bags and I headed off to the Flyer, serenaded from the shore by the locals singing Isa Lei, the Fijian song of farewell. Up through the islands we swept, as far north as the Flyer goes, to the island of Nacula (na-THOO-la), where the Oarsman's Bay Resort awaited me. But that'll keep to the next entry.
Until then, take care and have fun!
Pat
Aah, Fiji. Land of sunkissed beaches, coconut trees waving in the breeze and turquoise blue waters. Hard to imagine it without the good weather, eh? Well, it happens. Especially when a tropical storm blows through the region of the Pacific north of the islands. This left us with overcast, fairly grey weather for several days, without even the comfort of something pretty like a storm. This might have led to a less-fun time being had, were it not for the fact that I had arrived at the most fun place I stayed in my time in the erstwhile Cannibal Islands: Manta Ray Island resort.
Well, I say I had arrived. First I had had the joy of negotiating my way onto the bus to the marina, and then from the bus to the boat, whilst juggling my day-pack (overburdened with supplies for a week), another bag with snacks and my duty-free (part of the attempt to minimise my vulnerability to scalping by the island resort operators) and a bin-bag with my water supplies in. Yes, I had acquired 8 large bottles of water to take with me, as those returning from the islands had warned me that drinking water tends to be the big expense nobody budgets for properly. Unfortunately, the weight of these and the flimsy nature of the bin-bag meant much juggling and cursing, but I made it in the end.
The actual boat trip up, on the massive canary-yellow Yasawa Flyer catamaran, was pretty easy, and I transferred at the far end, along with a few others, to a small metal dinghy for the transfer to the beach. This was accomplished in the company of the ever-ebullient "Captain Nemo", one of the Fijian staff who ran the resort. Most Fijians are pretty outgoing, especially those working in the tourist trade, but Nemo was a walking bundle of enthusiasm. That first day, I got my stuff stowed in the resort's dorm and settled down on the beach for a bit of coconut-carving. Yes, the morning's activity was making bracelets from coconut shells. Sounds naff? I loved it. Hadn't got involved in actually making anything for ages, and the strength of coconut shell meant I was messing about with saws and the like, which generally cheers me up. Probably something worrying in my sense of glee when let loose with sharp objects, but it's all good fun.
And then the island's drum rang out for lunch. The lunch was my first introduction to Manta's food, and what bliss it was. The chef there had made some fantastic fish-burgers (and veggie-burgers for the rabbits amongst us), with fresh salads and the like as well. That was largely the pattern for the food there - good food, nothing too pretentious, really tasty and plenty of it. Never any problems with there being enough food to go around, and it was always worth going back for seconds. As you can imagine, I was in hog-heaven.
On top of blissful food and maniacally cheerful staff, there was a great atmosphere amongst the other guests there. Manta Ray is certainly not the cheapest place in the islands, but at 75FJD per night (all meals included), which is about 25 quid, it was still within the budgets of many in the backpacking crowd. This and a decent dorm setup have helped make it one of the most popular places to stay in the Yasawas - I'd had to book the day I arrived in Fiji to secure the nights there I had wanted, and that was over a week in advance - which meant there was usually something going on. While it's perfectly possible to lounge around in hammocks, reading books in between the odd dip in the water, there are also activities most days.
The best of these, and the one for which the resort is named, is the trip to go snorkelling with Manta Rays in one of the nearby bays. Doing this was incredible. I'd seen a Manta once before whilst snorkelling, off Exmouth, but that was only a brief glimpse of a single creature. On the trip I did here I saw something like 6 of the graceful beasts, winging their way through the water like graceful underwater starships. And in the evenings, there's usually a few souls to be found in the bar, indulging in the odd beverage. I had some great nights there with various friends old and new (Helen from my FJX trip was there when I arrived, and a few more familiar faces showed themselves, and I had a good laugh with two Americans, Megan and Mike, who were doing a SCUBA course there), egged on throughout by the mad Fijian head barmaid, who gloried in the name of "Tequila!". Enthusiastic bar-staff and a tab system are a dangerous combination, but a fun one.
Still, all good things must come to an end and, after 3 nights chilling with the Mantas it was time to head on to my next island. My stuff was squeezed back into bags and I headed off to the Flyer, serenaded from the shore by the locals singing Isa Lei, the Fijian song of farewell. Up through the islands we swept, as far north as the Flyer goes, to the island of Nacula (na-THOO-la), where the Oarsman's Bay Resort awaited me. But that'll keep to the next entry.
Until then, take care and have fun!
Pat
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