Paddling to the Uninhabited Island
Aug 01, 2005
Dec 15, 2005
Ack! Despite my best efforts at using sunscreen this week, I forgot that I was going to wear my sandals and shorts over to the island. Now my shins and feet are badly burned and I can hardly even walk around. Pain shoots into my ankles every time I stand up.
Sunday morning, I got up early and made it back down to the Catholic mission for the 7am service. Everyone sits on the floor, and at least half of it is singing. Not singing like they belt out the music, but a little more lively than the church services I remember from home. The service is led by a European (which means any white person, in Fiji) priest who satisfies many of the stereotypes I hold regarding the clergy. After the service I head back and work more on World War Three, as told by Mr. Clancy. In the afternoon, Laurie and I borrow one of the resort's kayaks and paddle over to the island to try the snorkeling there. The view underwater turned out to be fantastic. It's a lot like you see on TV in that there are more colorful fish than anyone could identify. Often there are entire schools of fish that you can drift right into the middle of. Sharks exist in these waters, but apparently only come out at twilight to feed. Of course, my camera doesn't work underwater so I don't have any photographs of the great views. I wonder if you could put a camera in a zip-lock bag and take pictures? Something tells me I'm glad I didn't think of this idea until after I got back to the resort.