This morning we arrived in Tavarua. It’s a tiny little island in The Pacific & about as far away from London as I could possibly get. It took a 12 hour flight to LA, an 11 hour flight to Fiji, half an hour on the coolest bus I’ve ever been on and an hour on a boat, but we’re finally here!
Told you the bus was cool.
We livened up the boat trip to the island with a few cocktails…
But they were quickly forgotten when our new home finally came into view and the islanders came out to meet us.
Tria slung shell necklaces around our necks as we were serenaded.
I’m very rarely speechless but nothing could prepare me for how beautiful the island is. We checked in and walked to our hut grinning from ear to ear and pinching ourselves to make sure we weren’t just back home & stuck in a wonderful dream. This is the view from our hut:
There are no words! Eventually we pulled ourselves together, slithered into bikinis as fast as we could, lept into the pool & headed for tropical refreshments.
There was one photo we all wanted. One to send back home to mum & dad to say we’re here, we’re alive & it’s incredible! A perfectly synced photo of us all leaping for joy on the shore. Here’s how we got on…
Sorry mum, we didn’t quite manage that one.
But we are are here, we are alive & it is incredible!
