Sunday, October 30 (Day 60)
What the hell is that noise? It sounds like the sea. But it shouldn’t be anywhere near that loud from my Bure.
I open one eyelid. To be honest, it is taking some effort to raise that eyelid. The sea is two metres away. And the reason for this tomfoolery? Yeah, now I remember. I got so drunk at the party last night that I went and lay down on the grass on the edge of the beach in the hope that the sea breeze would help sober me up. Opening my other eye, I look over to where the party was rocking, and I think I was trying to chat up the Swiss fox before I came to this patch of grass for my lie down. All that now remains is a very lonely looking dog. FFS.
I’m due in Suva today but I really don’t feel up to facing a big city in this state. The sign in reception that says guests staying two nights can get the third for free settles the matter. Who said that nothing in this life is for free? I’ve bagged a free night in paradise. Breakfast and back to bed again it is then.
Seems like the rainy season has arrived. It’s been pretty overcast for the past couple of days and today we’ve had our first afternoon downpour since the first day I arrived in Nadi. This could be bad news for me in Samoa next week. I think most of the places I will be staying there will be very basic and almost deserted. The plan was to sunbathe and chill to the max. Instead I might find myself lay in bure all day fighting an all-out war with the SNMA (Samoan National Mosquito Army). The things you have to worry about in paradise, hey?
My big, big reward for staying an extra night here (aside from the good company of Mark and Jenna) is what must quite easily rate as the most spectacular sunset of the whole tour. In fact, this might even be a top five lifetime sunset. Truly it looks like paradise. (I will use photos rather than words to do the job, when I manage to upload some.)
Mark, a top fella from Scunthorpe, has got my brain kicking into overtime regarding his decision to do the Mongol Rally next summer. Basically, it is an unassisted four-person drive to Mongolia passing through Iran, Afghanistan and Russia. There will be 200 cars, all with 1200 or less engines. It sounds bloody amazing. The expedition raises cash for a Mongol kids’ charity and the main expectation isn’t how long you take, just simply the completion of the rally. Next July is far too early for me (unless of course I fail to fit back into society upon my return) but, with the rally being an annual event, maybe July 2013? As well as Mark I also spend the evening in the good company of Jenna, a 27-year-old artist from Australia who was born in South Africa but is of Jewish-Lithuanian and Polish-German Baltic descent. Australian-South African-Lithuanian-Jewish- Polish-German Jenna sees the world quite differently to most people, and that is extremely refreshing. When we get up to leave the bar together at midnight and go back to the dorm where we are the only two staying, I know the Swiss girls and the Uzbek lad are looking at us and are thinking I’ve pulled. I wink at Tashkent as I stroll past him.