Aqualangists - people emotionally unstable, easily aroused, will hear the story of some exotic place with fantastic dives - light up like dust: you need to get there!
Same as such.
The top of the exotics for me was Papua New Guinea, a colleague replied, he was there with a medical mission, Misha, we were shot from the bow, people are eating there - you need it?!?! to
Okay I persuaded.
What about Fiji?
Better, people don’t eat there, they speak English, fantastic amazing corals – you have to go!
Said and done, we are going, a remote, even for Fiji, diving lodge with diving equipment on a small island, one there is a hotel, ours, three villages of locals - and all.
Greetings to “Bula!”
Alcohol in the hotel is available, but not included in the all inclusive, take in duty free.
My friend quickly gathered, I too, I don’t need a visa, tickets in my pocket, the airport.
What to say...
Very far, very far.
And the offensive detail - you lose the whole day on the international dateline, the concept is not fully understood by me, flew out on Sunday, flew out on Monday and jumped on Tuesday before landing, my brains do not digest such tricks.
Running forward - you fly back, so in general schizophrenia, flew out today, jumped yesterday and landed before yesterday, nonsense.
The aircraft landed and the harsh days of lovers of untouched places began...We walked on the main large island along the district road to the opposite side, 6–7, which was already boring – the flight took 12.
Arriving at the harbour, the Fidji guys left their luggage in a couple of boats, subsequently used for diving and fighting with the restless waters of the strait for three hours broke to the island, a light sea disease quickly healed from the desire to eat and drink, hunger and thirst as a hand removed.
We approach the island, a friend tiredly asks - have we already reached the end of the world?
I understand it, a day on the road, a plane, a bus, a boat, there were just no deer, I say, the aqualanchists are still masochists...
Almost got there - the bottom is small, there are no marshals - moved into flatboards, climbed into the shallow water and broke up the water to the hotel, with shoes in their hands, the locals sing songs and dress us guirlandes of flowers on the neck, a small ceremony at the meeting of tourist fools ends and we go to register.
And here I was waiting for the greatest exotic - on the wooden ceiling two children, white-bright and blue-eyed, talking in Russian, brother and sister, as it later turned out.
Overheated or exhausted, hallucinations, tropical affairs, overwhelming, no other head was brought!
No, it's easier, the resort belongs to the Russians, the owner's son came with the family, raised this resort, the family spent a couple of years without a trip, now they go to rest and check out the new management.
Fiji was not fooled, fucking beautiful corals, fish, shark feeding, dedication to diving and tribal ceremony - all there, in memory.
However, years later, my strongest impression remains two small children on the edge of the world, two chamomile among the tropics, peacefully holding each other’s arms and speaking Russian.
Welcome to Fiji, the season of Russian resorts continues, you will be at home!
Good afternoon for you!
by Bula!! to