A quiet day.
I forgot to mention in my last blog that Rosemarie and I had a very close encounter with the President of Fiji. You may or may not know that Fiji is a military dictatorship.
On our way to catch the bus to Sigatoka we have to leave our room,descend a flight of stairs and then enter a long corridor which takes us to the reception area, on entering the long corridor we noticed two very large men in floral shirts looking at us and as we walked we caught up with a small group of people, the nearest to us dressed very smartly and on his shoulder another gentleman in full military uniform, in front of whom were two more fairly large men.
We said the customary " Bula" the well dressed man turned to look at us and smiled before saying" Bula".  The chap in the military uniform looked us up and down as though we were specks of dust on the Fijian foreshore and said nothing.We overtook this group and arrived in reception to find a fierce looking warrior in a grass skirt carrying an axe who then proceeded to sound a conch horn in front of this group as they descended the stairs. We asked the receptionist who these people were and we were told that it was the President of  Fiji. As Rosemraie said. " Well, I could have leaned forward and touched him!"
This is probably the nearest that either of us will ever get to a dictator.
Wednesday was a quiet day, we took a kayak out in the lagoon for an hour and then snorkelled seeing some amazing fish. Visibility in the water was not all that great as obviously there had been a storm offshore during the night, but we saw some wonderfully exotic fish.
The afternoon was spent reading and swimming and in the evening we ordered one salad from room service, which we split, we really love those plastic plates we purchased in Perth, and which are still with us. The idea of camping out in a resort such as this really appeals to us, we have cheese and crackers and ham for lunch,followed by an apple and have e ononmised in the evening. The hotel computer must think we are hardly eating.
The evening was spoilt by the fact we had to move rooms. We have been complaining for two days that our shower was scolding hot and that we had no cold water. Tonight even the cold water tap was running hot. The hotel in their infinite wisdom offered us the room next door, we couldn't quite see that this was going to solve the problem.
Whilst we moving the plumber arrived to go to room 335 and as we moved we heard them comlplain that their showere was boiling hot and they had no cold water. We took the opportunity to join in the discussion, which went on for some time. As we were now committed to move we did, and to be fair the showere seemed fine , but we shall see what happens. The expedition manager was not at all pleased at having to swop abodes but she did eventually calm down and we are now ensconced in room 329 rather than 327.
Nothing could detract from the joy we had kayaking and snorkelling, a great day, and one we truly enjoyed.