I love holidays.
There is something about room service and someone else making my bed, and $20 cocktails, and day spa’s that really does it for me!
We recently took a vacation to Fiji. Kids and all. Nanny in tow. Der, I’m not stupid.
We researched. By researched I mean Googled. Der.
I am not very adventurous. I like to stick to shit I know. Names I know. I don’t like the idea of leaving my comfort zone. So of course all the ‘big’ name hotels were the one’s I was looking for. Trying to get an awesome deal. Which, if you have ever tried to get an ‘awesome’ deal at a big name hotel, you would know it’s impossible. But I like to call paying ‘RRP’ a good deal!
My husband on the other hand, he loves bargain hunting, he is made of adventurous bones, where as I contain none, and he is happy to stay in a caravan park. So you could imagine my shock/fear/nausea excitement, when he booked a room, on an Island, that I had never ever heard of, and that didn’t contain a swim up bar or nightclub!
And he used a travel agent! Who does that?
Anyway, the agent assured us that we love it, and sent us on our merry way. Me still freaking. Slightly.
We boarded the plane in Sydney. Where it was freezing. Flew/ate/watched movies/attended children/tried to smother said children when they decided to scream and that 4 hours on a plane was waaaay to long and arrived in Fiji. Where we were smacked in the face with glorious warmth and humidity.
I have travelled. But I try to stick to civilisation. You know, where there are no pot holes in roads, people stay in their designated lane, that kind of thing. Man was I in for a culture shock. I was ready to kill the travel agent.
Until we arrived here. It was gorgeous! The rooms were beautiful. The gardens were beautiful. The pools were beautiful. The cocktails were beautiful. I was a tad let down with the food, but only slightly.
I was starting to feel a little more towards my travel agent.
The next morning we jumped onto a bus (scary shit man) and went to the marina. Where I lovingly gazed at the Hilton and tried to ignore it’s beckoning, it’s pleading for me to come and visit, whilst I assured it I would be back soon. I felt like a dirty cheating tramp. With a scarlet letter.
Que the boat trip. On a nice new Catamaran. I felt safer in this than I did in any bus or taxi.
Que the sunburn I got while I refused to sit inside the air-conditioned cabin, because I wanted to see the view in all its glory. The coral. The changing tones of the water. The sleeping giant. Just gorgeous. I say until I find a melanoma.
An hour or so passes, and we slow down, making our way to a long wooden jetty. Hills with crops growing up their steep surfaces. And a group of big, black, singing Fijian men with guitars, serenading us as we stepped, some of us shakily, off the boat.
This is the point where I decided, Dude, I’m Fiji, I’m not wearing shoes all week! Needless to say this is also the point where I burnt the shit out of my feet! That sand gets mighty hot. Thank god for Havaianas – my shoes of choice, always.
After a welcome drink, and BULLA from the locals, we headed to our room. I was relaxed.
The rooms were gorgeous. We had 2 interconnecting, maybe 20 metres from the beach, which was CHEAPER than being smack on the beach. I was happy to walk the 20 metres in order to have the nights alone with my husband. And it made for it by being closer to the day spa.
Ah yes the day spa! With all the luxuries you could ask for! Me and the nanny had a massage. Me and the hubby had a massage. (the oils this place uses are to-die-for and they are soooooo good!) and the girls and I channeled our inner Bo Derek and got our hair braided.
We spent up at the gift store. We played bingo by the pool and won cash, whilst sipping cocktails. We ate awesome food from 3 different restaurants. I drank more cocktails. We enjoyed the free evening entertainment. The kids enjoyed the kids club. We strolled along the white beaches. We snorkelled off the beach, as it was literally 10 metres out and you were seeing amazing coral and fish. The hubby and I took a day trip out on a big ass boat, to some remote villages, and islands. We dreamt about being castaway where Tome Hanks filmed ‘castaway’. I really wanted to go searching for Wilson. The guide thought it was best that I didn’t. It was rather rugged terrain. I reminded him I was Australian… mate. I live in rugged terrain.
Oh and did I mention I shopped up big in said remote villages? Yeah, real big. Big enough that the boat was about to leave without me because I was taking too long!
If you are looking for a family, or not so family, holiday, I HUGELY recommend you take a look here, Mana Island Resort. It has everything that you think of when you think Fiji. White beaches (the ‘big’ name places don’t have that, as its volcanic sand), amazing blue water, and loads of Fijians saying Bulla to you, so much so that you will p[ick up the language in no time! Fresh flowers in your gorgeous room each day, an amazing cocktail menu, oh and a good food menu too. It will fit everyone’s taste. And surprisingly cheap. In fact, I think we spent no more, if not less, money that we would have to visit someone in Australia. Seriously!
I would also like to say, that this is not a Guthy Renker style paid presentation. It is not a sponsored post, it is written purely because I loved the place, and I think everyone else will too! And I really really wanna go back!!!! So Mana Island, feel free to drop me a line at bloggingbehindshades@gmail.com and I would be happy to turn this into a sponsored post! 😉
Bulla!