Mantaray Bay
Trip Start
Nov 01, 2012
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Trip End
Mar 06, 2013
After a sad departure from Wayalailai, we were back on board the Yasawas Flyer heading for our next destination, Mantaray Island. Unfortunately, it was not Manta Ray season, but the bay, beaches and coral reef were fabulous.
K's chances of promotion took another backward step for several reasons today. Firstly, transferring off the islands on a small boat to the Flyer can be a bit tricky in rough sea conditions. If you fail to correctly pack your kit and attempt get into the small boat whilst individually carrying a rucksack, two books, a bag of knitting, a bottle of water, sunglasses and a hat, it is inevitable you may well end up in the drink. The second involuntary visit to the water was when we had an emergency evacuation to high ground after a Tsunami warning. As we had kayaked over to a nearby island, the resort staff were keen to get us to safety as quickly as possible. Amazing how the paddle to the island was tiring, but she came home like a speedboat once the Tsunami alarms were sounding. Another unsuccessful kayak exit had K floundering in the sea 'again’, much to the amusement of M and the Fijian boat boys. Once we were on high ground we were informed that an earthquake in Samoa had caused a Tsunami that would hit Fiji in 30 mins. The Chinese and Japanese struggled up the hill with ALL their oversized suitcases, the Americans phoned home telling their parents they were about to die, M went to the bar and bought some beer while the Fijians played Bob Marley’s hit ‘Don’t worry’. I guess having witnessed the destruction of a Tsunami, we should not be too blaze and grateful that the wave did not reach Fiji.
K’s final act of brilliance was leaving the doors open and the light on in our jungle tree house while we went to the bar for an hour late evening – the entire bug population of Fiji seem to be squatting in our plush pad.
K's chances of promotion took another backward step for several reasons today. Firstly, transferring off the islands on a small boat to the Flyer can be a bit tricky in rough sea conditions. If you fail to correctly pack your kit and attempt get into the small boat whilst individually carrying a rucksack, two books, a bag of knitting, a bottle of water, sunglasses and a hat, it is inevitable you may well end up in the drink. The second involuntary visit to the water was when we had an emergency evacuation to high ground after a Tsunami warning. As we had kayaked over to a nearby island, the resort staff were keen to get us to safety as quickly as possible. Amazing how the paddle to the island was tiring, but she came home like a speedboat once the Tsunami alarms were sounding. Another unsuccessful kayak exit had K floundering in the sea 'again’, much to the amusement of M and the Fijian boat boys. Once we were on high ground we were informed that an earthquake in Samoa had caused a Tsunami that would hit Fiji in 30 mins. The Chinese and Japanese struggled up the hill with ALL their oversized suitcases, the Americans phoned home telling their parents they were about to die, M went to the bar and bought some beer while the Fijians played Bob Marley’s hit ‘Don’t worry’. I guess having witnessed the destruction of a Tsunami, we should not be too blaze and grateful that the wave did not reach Fiji.
K’s final act of brilliance was leaving the doors open and the light on in our jungle tree house while we went to the bar for an hour late evening – the entire bug population of Fiji seem to be squatting in our plush pad.



Comments
Good skills. If there's a local at the bar to serve you, you're probably gonna be okay. Either that or they take the lyrics of Don't Worry a bit too literally!