Showing posts with label Vakiviti. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Vakiviti. Show all posts

Friday, 22 July 2011

Club Oceanus and back to Vakaviti

  


So after a very relaxing 3 days at Club Oceanus we say goodbye. We  were back on the Pacific Transport coach travelling along the Coral Coast and back towards Sigatoka. We have made the decision to stay with Karen, Jhoti and Edward at Vakaviti. We are dropped at the roundabout and  take the now familiar 5 minute walk along Sunset Strip. We  feel a sense of real comfort as we head up the steep drive and are again in surroundings we already know. The girls spent the first afternoon in the pool and Nicole ventured into Sigatoka town to buy basic supplies at the now familiar MH and the produce market.  Not sure how it happened but the spend was $80 - ok this is only £25 for 4 days x 3 meals (self catering again!) but even so!!! Although there was beer involved. Managed to stay away from the imported iceberg lettuce which was $18 FD - a mere £6! Also decided against this local delicacy - which is on lots of locals menus. Mmm Yum!
We spend the next day or so around Sigatoka and Korotogo, enjoying the sunshine  (it has finally made an appearance!) and glorious temperatures.
     
We have lots of walks along the coast road and Nicole finally manages to get a photo of the elusive Krishna temple which sits on the hillside overlooking Sigatoka town.
  
We spend an hour in the supermarket/cafe/tour centre/car hire/taxi rank/hairdresser/beauty parlour- 3 shops run by the same Indo Fijian family at the end of Sunset Strip and decide to mark our return to Korolevu with henna tattoos. The girls take forever to decide but finally opt for these designs which will last about 2 weeks.


On our last morning the grown ups finally relent to the endless badgering and agree to pony rides along the beach. David duly negotiates a deal (he is becoming ruthless at this!) $50FD reduced to $30 and Tiegan is lifted onto Joe Frazier while Rowan gets a legup onto Michael Jackson. Co incidentally the owner of the horse was also called Michael- which he told us about 35 times!
   
Michael, the owner not the horse plonks hats on- but they were enormous and Rowan tells us, on her return, that her hat fell in the sea a couple of times along the half hour "beach tour". 





Wednesday, 29 June 2011

Nadi to Sigatoka

Yesterday was Sunday and nothing much to report. Everything is closed today and it drizzled on and off all day. Lots of people departing and arriving at Bamboo, but still some familiar faces around. The girls potter and play games with Dilenne and we get some much needed washing done. We got chatting with another young guest, Alistair, who takes David to play golf at Nadi Golf Course - where Vijay Singh learned to play. The course is sandwiched between the end of the runway for Nadi airport and the Turtle Airways seaplane terminal. The $10 (£3.30) fee seemed reasonable until presented with a $25 (£8.30) bill for half a dozen golf balls and a bag of tees which was subsequently negotiated down to 3 balls each and no tees for $10 (David found some on the course) and a shared set of clubs. The course was short and criss crossed by ditches/streams which made navigating your way round quite difficult. The game was bought to an early close by rain after 12 holes, however a 5 minute walk along the beach seemed like too good an opportunity to miss. David was very wary in the rough for any resident wildlife of the reptile variety but managed to avoid any encounters and returned with the golf balls intact. In the meantime, Nicole and the  girls ventured to a nearby mid market hotel across the road and "borrowed" the pool for an hour or so in the rain. The girls have started to suffer from itchy insect bites and have suddenly developed heat rash so this was a chance for them to cool down a bit and expend a bit of excess energy.
The rest of the day was spent updating the blog, writing journals, replying to emails and finding a new place to stay. Lots of the places we find on the internet are either above our price range or already booked. Eventually we book Vakiviti, a very small backpacker in Sigatoka (Sing a toka) towards Suva and packed up our bags ready for an early start. The rain is much heavier by the time we crawl into our bunks.


Rowan, Samu and Tiegan at Bamboo
Today we left Nadi and Bamboo Backpackers behind and we say goodbye to Samu and the other staff. After an early start, we catch a lift with Pela to rendez vous with a Coral Sun coach to take us along the Coral Coast towards Suva. We are staying at Vakiviti Backpackers in Korotogo near Sigatoka. The coach is very modern and very cold! Yes folks, it is still raining in Fiji and the temperature is less than tropical. It started off as a light drizzle yesterday and rain has fallen steadily ever since. We are travelling towards the east of Vanua Levu (the largest and main Fijian island)  and apparently the easterly side is always wetter. The roads fall into two categories on Fiji - either sealed (tarmacked) or unsealed (dirt tracks). Only the main roads are sealed and after the wind and rain are full of potholes and uneven patches where the surface has been washed away. The rain is so hard that we are dropped at a resort hotel under cover near to Vakiviti, where Karen the manager, meets us there in a rattly old mini van so we dont have to find our way in the wet.

The Vakiviti Van
David breathes a sigh of relief when we are shown to our new home at the sight of a double bed, a fridge, a kettle and a slightly less dank bathroom. The girls have negotiated the "top bunk" rota and are thrilled at the prospect of a pool on site. There is no cafe here so it is self catering for the next few days or going out to eat. Karen drives us into Sigatoka town to buy a few supplies and gives us a mini tour of the area. The Fijian rugby team are staying in the next hotel for pre-world cup training and selection. There is widespread surface water and debris along the shoreline and road sides as a result of the rain and the journey is bumpier than ever. Karen explains that the investment in Fijian infrastructure e.g. drains,  is non existent and that despite money being donated by Chinese, Indian and Malaysian investors the improvements do not come.
Top quality Fijian roads!

In town we dodge in and out of the rain between the supermarket and fruit and vegetable market hall and buy what we need for the next few days. Anything with a recogniseable brand e.g Kellogs, Walkers or Nestle has to imported and is on sale for an enormous price - $17 for a small box of Frosties - around £6.
We avoid the obviously tourist eateries opting for a cafe full of locals and are rewarded with a delicious lunch of chicken chop suey, rice and vegetable curry and roti for the princely sum of £3. Very amusing to watch the locals supping bowls of hot Milo (malted chocolate drink) to warm up!

Vegetable curry - Fiji style
We did also check out the "staff WC" as there wasn't an alternative... let's just say  we wish we had had a camera to record the sheer horror!!!