Plantation Island after CycloneAfter the cyclone
Never, ever again! - Re-evaluation of Plantation Island Resort, Malolo Lailai Island, Fiji
She had a girlfriend, Trudy, who lived across the street, had a home marriage to which she didn't want to be like a Nancy No Friends for a whole weekend (while all the other members of her home were already paired), so she asked me if I wanted to come as her fiance.
Right. From which gateway did my airplane leave? I was sitting in the back and focusing on Mr. Alaska's work. We' re in a seaplane. When we have to end up in the ocean.... we're in a seaplane!
Leaving the continent in our little "box with wings", we drive westwards into the long evening light, which shines brightly through the cab. Me andrudy soak up the light and enjoy the views. It was quite loud, but it didn't stop me from listening to the pan or steel drums in my mind, which is the equivalent of films playing in the Caribbean.
There' always a seaplane in these films! A fast ten-minute fly over clear blue seas, speckled with small islets and sandbanks, we circumnavigate a somewhat sparse island and sit in front of us a luxuriant subtropical island in a blue cove. Not even noticed the aircraft touchdown as we are sweeping over the most wonderful lake I have ever seen.
Mister Alaska leads the airplane to the shore and jumps onto the barge, which manoeuvres the airplane, so that Trudy and I can get onto the barge and run to the end of the airplane and jump onto the sands. All I wanted to do was hit the surface of the sea, so I took off my boots and jump into the mud.
Just there on the shore. She wore boots and stockings, so she decided to hop off the barge onto the shelter. It clarified the waters, clarified the damp sands, but.... it did not clarify the aircraft's tails as it knocked itself on the airplane's heads to remain sober.
After unpacking and roasting our arrivals with some toll free, we go to the restaurante. Sitting at a seafront desk, at high tide the waters flow smoothly along the low rock face next to ours. Again I take off my boots and soak up the splendor of the food on the shore by sensing the sandy patches between my ones.
I see pipers and butterfly fishs in the sea (I think) scurrying around the dock. In retrospect on the resorts the sundown is trying to penetrate the rose coloured skyline. There is not much birdsong on this small island and so it is still very calm.
A bicycle was parking under one of the logs in front of a canteen. Trudy and I make a half-hearted effort at our breakfasts to plan ours. Imagine..... looking at Trudy after wearing her bathing suit for the morning swim, snorkelling is definitely on the moto. So we stop at the snorkelling hut after our breakfasts and collect our snorkelling equipment and seacloths.
Plantation Island Resort has a great kids club if you want to register your kid. When Ange and Mike get there, Trudy and I put on our snorkel equipment and make our way across the canyon. There is a lot of rain over the bay so that the swimmers can slide over the whole area.
The first view of the coral and the wonderful corals take my breaths and I feel my breathing echo as it leaks through my snake. But when I say that, you have to believe me. It is so clear that even where the coral is fifteen or twenty foot away, you can still see out there.
You can see not only the sea but also the anemones' Tentacle, which open and close as clownfish stroke their feathered spur. The only problem is that every goddamn thing I do when I smiling, my glasses fill with running liquids while the signet around my face is breaking. Wonder if the fishies can pick up my joy squeal when they pass me.
A small fishmonger is engaged in constructing and caring for a sandhill while he chases away all other fishmongers that pass by. A pufferfish (or at least it looks like a pufferfish) is located further back in the emptied state, which simply leans back. All the time me andrudy are floating side by side and draw each other's attention when we see something thrilling.
We' re still far from the bank and I happen to have lifted my mind out of the ocean and this shiny red..... thing... took up my whole premonition because it was right in front of my snout. On my right I look over and see Chudy... glide, her mind down, no worries in the whole wide oceans when... CLUNK... and she hits her face on the canoe.
As she stuttered as she raised her skull, she sat back and watched to see the chicken on the canoe. rudy glanced at me and also broke out smiling as she spit out her cucumber. For the remainder of the day we stayed in the deck chair on the shore to soak up the heat, read and catch up with Trudy's people.
At the end of the day Trudy and I went to the west end of the village where there is a restaurant of Ananda. Trails throughout the entire area are cleaned or scrubbed every day and well illuminated at nights. Stuff is very costly to buy on the island and you can anticipate sharing with $3. 00 for a box of fresh dairy and $7. 00 for a can of Pringles.
Trúrdy and I decided to take a meal schedule choice that permitted us three meals for five consecutive working hours, i.e. 15 meals that equaled $13. 00 per meal. To the waterline and Butterflyfish Arrow, looking at myself full of expectation and hope to have nourishment for them.
When I go to the footbridge, I see the bicycle still standing under the pole. On this side of the island the beaches are rocky and with the predominant winds the ocean becomes quite chagger. In my opinion, the resort is located on the northwest side with its sheltered cove.
On the way back to the resorts I take pictures to get the motorcycle back before it is overtaken. I' m wondering if my folks miss me. When I come by the dinning room, the chefs are smiling. Up with Trudy and clothed and ready to go for the days, we are approaching the dinning room for breakfasts and I see Tomasi on the job.
Who doesn't have groundnut butters on their coffee tables? rudy and I have taken the long boat, which brings groups of folks to a sandbank outside the cove, which promises great snorkelling. After a cosy breakfeast we snorkel our snorkel equipment and make our way to the dock.
It' s hot and I can sense the warmth on my back and my feet as I slide over the riff. There is a breathtaking glimpse of the sea, for the sun's beams of sunlight shine as they go through the undulating surfaces, and it is as if everything were shimmering in my time.
He is one of the most adorable of all fishes with his red and white stripes on his face, but I'm not quite sure that part of this charm doesn't come from the sweet Nemo personality with his independant fights. Occasionally the quiet is shattered by the bells on the handlebar of my motorcycle, as the street changes into a lane and every lane in the street beats up the motorcycle chassis, the handlebar rattles and the bells.
I have a few cottages along the way as I begin the sharp climb to the highest point of the island. Since I can no longer cycle, I leave my bicycle at half height. I do not let myself be deceived..... I do not let the bicycle stand because of the route.... I let it stand because I am so out of breathe, out of the uphill.
I' m a little bit indebted to experience everything this little island has to show, because I know how much Patrick, Kohl and Kelsey would like everything as much as I do. I make it my business to let Owen know I was here, so I left a Frankiepani and the bicycle doorbell in his mailbox.
The decency is sooooo much simpler and when I get my bicycle back, I'm really going to fly. I can' t see the vegetation on the roadside unless I run past it. When I come back and bring the bicycle back, Trudy sits on the porch, beats Mozart with one of her hands and balances a bowl of cereals.
Since the snorkelling holiday was so great last night, Trudy and I are on our way back today. Except this one we' re equipped with dried bread to eat the food, and for the really picky ones I have a puff paste in my pocket. So..... after a brief boating with Bale' as our captain I'm back in the shoals of the sandbank - glasses cheque, snorkelling cheque.... Oh for Christ's sakes.... what's wrong with these fins?
When we are swimming to the edge of the riff, the sea is hardly more than waist-high and Trudy begins to throw pieces of sandwiches into the barb. Where the hell did Trudy put in the sandwich? and Trudy tries not to smile.
When they were still grinding, I got up and began to give them the cake, but I must say I was a little bit scared because they didn't show any sense of humour and really just snatched at every bit of it. Well, apparently it was just too enticing for a starving fishi.
After all the dinner was gone, it was again and again a good opportunity to discover the area. It is a little cloudy and the waters are not as shiny as the day before, but I admire the serenity. Returning to the village and after dinner everyone is thrilled about the planned play of contact between the Fijians and the holidaymakers, but before that Trudy and I have reserved a place in a long row of boats to drive to the island across the cove, where the locals have shell ornaments for sal.
Sadly I began to have dizzy spells and went to sleep for the afternoon/evening, which was a true outrage. From her voyage she came back to the town with some beautiful shell chains, one of them for me. Someone stole my bicycle! Behind the front desk is my bicycle.
I find myself in the southwest of the village after a very brief cycling tour. I park my bicycle and run through the foyer, which goes directly to the outhouse. I am greeted'Bula', as I am welcomed by Tui, one of the employees who settles down for breakfasts. Having walked through the charming little village of Lorraine and checked its facilities, I returned to the Plantation Village so that I could give my bicycle back without any problems.
Since Lisa, the bride from Australia and David from New Zealand, the venue has organised a Kiwi v. Aussie-event. We' ve chosen to begin the morning with breakfasts in Lomani, so it's an easier walk either along the shore or along the street that I used to drive to the frontdoor.
Gee.... it's really weird to sit at breakfasts and there's no bubble sound. Lomani buffets are very small, but it seems to provide a more intimate dinner with personalized portions of cereals, yogurt cups, cereals, simple, whole meals and delicious pancakes of France toast and..... OMG groundnut butters.
Since this is our last full outing on Trudy Island, we decided to take another snorkel excursion before we have to prepare for the big game. Approximately forty of my boyfriends and my whole household form the marriage celebration that I am informed about by the natives is a pretty big one.
Tomasi works on the bridal brunch. The first time Trudy asked me to go on a journey to Fiji with her, my idea of this vacation was to relax on a good books-bound beach, enjoy the strange swimming and maybe even see some pisces. I' ve made Trudy dance with Tomasi.
The Plantation Island Resort has surpassed all my expectation of a vacation in Fiji. On your own island, however, it is so simple to get away from unrest and get lost in the peaceful and unspoilt countryside and ocean while you enjoy the warm welcome of the most friendly natives I have ever met.