Transfer to Bounty Island - Night 153

I slept like a baby. Actually even better than

that. After breakfast I took a kayaking trip to the nearest beach and built myself a gigantic sand castle that I can only imagine the sea has since reclaimed. Try as I might, I don’t think I’ll leave my mark on Fiji in any way. Temporary as my work will ultimately prove to be, there was a definite sense of atavistic joy found in heaping piles of sand together to form a faux-defense system complete with moat and bamboo-reinforced outer walls. Man is inherently industrious and creative.

In the afternoon the large yellow Yasawa flyer stopped by and whisked me away down to Bounty Island. Ken, the aforementioned Irishman had left the day before and now today the three Canadian girls would be headed another direction. If meeting new people is the yin of travel, then watching them depart a few days later is certainly the yang….and it doesn’t get much easier with practice. On Bounty Island I was reconnected with the two Dutch girls and the Spanish guy from the first night on the islands. Bounty is a tiny little place. After

On Bounty Beach

arrival and check-in I took a circumferential stroll around the island, total walking time: 20 minutes. And that included a stop to talk with one of the security guards and a few sunset photo opportunities. The evening meal was stellar; seafood pasta, fresh salad and dinner rolls and even dessert. Attempting to read in a hammock by the lapping sea while listening to the Fijian band play I drifted off to sleep in a state of complete and total relax.

What I Learned Today: Fiji has the world’s greatest cumulonimbus clouds.

A Fiji Sunset

Transfer to Bounty Island - Night 153

Suva, Fiji