After spending five nights at Manta Ray Island, we headed three hours north on the ferry to Nanuya Island Resort. You could say we were a bit hesitant because of our experience when arriving at the last island. Would we like the food? Would there be a ton of people? Would there be mandatory eating times? Always an adventure. As we arrived at this island, we were greeted again by staff offering juice and even a shell necklace. Ourselves and one other couple would be the only new additions to the resort. After going over the details of the resort, we found out that we could eat whenever we wanted and that there was not a mandatory meal plan. Then we went up to our bure to get settled in. This time the bure would not be by the beach, it would overlook it. It was situated at the end of a long stone pathway in the trees on top of the hill above the main area. With this hike, we’d be sure to get our exercise in every day.
As we walked around the resort, there was a completely different feel to the island than the last. It felt as if we were the only ones there. There was a calmness and serenity about this place, what you would expect from an island in the middle of the ocean. That was probably due to the fact that there were only twelve bures on the entire island and no dorms. A rainstorm blew in from the north on our first day and lasted through the afternoon of the following day. It was beautiful to listen to the rain crashing through the trees and running off of the roof, luckily it didn’t last. The rain even brought out some fierce creatures.
We did some kayaking around part of the island after the rainstorm passed and played some cards as we watched one of the most incredible sunsets. Some lying around with a book in the hammock on the beach, a little more snorkeling and our Fiji trip was complete.
Now we just had to get a boat to the main island and then we were off to New Zealand, right? Wrong! We got the five hour ferry boat back to the main island and checked into our hotel (Smugglers Cove) for the night, which was one night too many at this place. It was definitely a young backpackers place. We got up early, caught a taxi to the airport and that’s when it began. After arriving at the airport, we learned our flight was delayed. Normally if a flight gets delayed, it might be an hour or two, maybe four if there is a real problem. Fiji Air must have been competing in the longest delay contest because flight 411 would be delayed for twenty-four hours! Delayed, don’t you mean canceled and rescheduled? This was not good since we were scheduled to catch a bus that evening in Auckland going north to Paihia and we had already paid for it and the hotel that we were staying at. After talking to some of the people, this is an every day occurence with Fiji Air. This was not good, but we couldn’t do anything about it. We then stood in line for two and a half hours for a piece of paper telling us what hotel they would be putting us up in. Being at the back of the line paid off and after they had filled all of the hotels by the airport, they started putting people over on Denarau Island, which is a gated area across a small bridge where some of the nicest resorts are. We were fortunate enough to stay at the Westin and be comped lunch and dinner. Let’s just say we ate very good that day and slept in the most comfortable bed of our trip thus far, compliments of Fiji Air. We also met a couple of from New Zealand (Dan and Rachael) who helped ease the pain of the ordeal by hanging out with us and providing great tips on our upcoming trip to their country. Thanks guys!
In the end, Fiji was a very relaxing, warm and beautiful place. We met lots of wonderful people, locals and travelers alike, but it will probably be a long time before we return. Although Fiji was a good experience and turned out to be better than our first impression, there are many places we would like to see and it just won’t be on the top of the list for a return trip. Goodbye “Fiji Time”