Our Last Saturday in Fiji.

The master packer had been very remiss as we had gotten a late check out at 4.00pm so we only had to wait an hour for our pick up. So a bit of Saturday morning was spent packing up. We left behind our plastic cups, cutlery and plates and left a note for the maid saying she could have them if she had a use for them.

We went kayaking and snorkelling and I met an Australian TV crew who were going to stay at the hotel for ten weeks, they were filming a top secret reality show in a deserted hut on a beach about three miles from the hotel. In the end they described it as putting ten pretty girls and ten pretty boys in the same room and see what happens. I assured them I was unlikely to see it on the BBC.

We had lunch in a restaurant overlooking the beach, finished our packing at came down to reception on time at four.

Imagine our surprise when we were told that our driver was there and we were on the road by 4.15. I had thought I would do the blog over a beer whilst we waited. Raj, our driver was very interesting and told us some home truths about the current political situation in Fiji.

We booked onto our flight to LA and got seats the expedition manager didn't like. We had a beer in the airport, bought a sarong, changed some money into American dollars and waited to catch our flight which was bursting at the seams. The Saturday night flight to LA from Fiji is clearly very popular.

The Air Pacific flight we caught was probably one of the worst we have been on. The food was not good, the inflight entertainment was very poor, the people in front of us had raging chest infections, I was sat next to a very large lady from Tonga whose arm made mine look like strings of spaghetti and who took up more than her fair share of room.

But still we were off to LA for more adventures so why argue?LA here we come!!!!!