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".