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Monday 31 May 2004-Sunday 6 June 2004 | |||||||||||||
| The weather really is deteriating at the moment, and although we are able to dive Monday morning, by the afternoon the wind is so strong our skipper (Tevita) thinks it's not a good plan to go out. Cunningly, he says the last time like this was when the older buras blew away. Hmmmm... I enquire more, and seems he's talking about a month or so ago when a cyclone swept though, demolishing said buras and the (at that time, tented) camp of Coral Cay. Oh dear - luckily his predictions are wrong this time and we are spared a similar scenario. However, things are quiet bad and diving is out for some time this week (I think a day and a half, but somehow this seems like a lifetime, given the other entertainment options here). We spend time best we can (mainly reading, playing cards, etc.) and at one point organise a algae hunt/beach cleanup. Friday evening this week sees a rare treat... the local school headmaster visits the resort and brings some footage shot at a sports day, and the village round the corner. Quiet interesting, but there's more - we are treated to a showing of Austin Powers - Goldmemeber! I know this sounds silly, but after weeks with no TV/Radio/Cinema, etc. it's quiet nice. Did I already mention that any change from the norm is nice? Our on site Medical Officer (MO) leaves on Saturday so no diving in the afternoon (yup - in fact no diving at all when there's no MO on site). Luckily there's been a spot of good planning and an early start sees two very nice rec. dives in today regardless. There's chores to be done by way of boat maintenance to fill the arvo though, and spend this time in snorkel gear scrubbing at the bottom of it, preparing for new anti-foul paint. Saturday night is quiet tame by the standards set so far too, end up chatting in the bar 'til 1-ish or something before crashing out.
Just as well there was an easy going night though, as Sunday is chock a block with usual chores, then more work on the boat. The new MO also shows up so diving will continue as per norm on Monday. At this point, seems appropriate to mention that a good source of conversation and general interest (well, more so for some than others I guess) was generated by the local Safe Landing cat, affectionately (sometimes) known as Oreo. Although Oreo has been known to catch mice in the past, today we (the other Rob and I) tried to teach her some more about the skill... and after a while she got the idea. Hmmmm... not sure quiet what a good idea this has been, as she is beginning to think more and more that our dorm is her home, and not long after this incident dragged a dead mouse in there, in order to devour it under a bunk!
Oh well, sure it'll all work out for the best (although I can tell you - this wasn't so true for the mouse!). Anyhow, if you could believe the luck, Nigel (Mr boat, and everything else really, maintenance) who has been around all weekend (of course - we needed some guidance!) happens to have a laptop with him and numerous DVDs, so it's movie time again - this time the topical 'Finding Nemo'. Watch this, and hit the sack (erm - sleep sheet) pretty quickly. | |||||||||||||
Monday 7 June 2004-Sunday 13 June 2004 | |||||||||||||
| I read in my notes that this week, things seemed to be falling into a bit of a pattern. Sadly, part of this pattern seems to be a slightly dodgy stomach once in a while. Had to miss a day's diving this week as a result - not much going on so read almost the whole of Michael Crichton's 'Prey' that day. On Thursday the weather is too bad to dive in the morning so we go for a bit of a walkabout. The afternoon is a real treat though as out on survey we pass a heard (erm... there was much debate about this, but allegedly that's the correct term for a group, not, 'pod') of about 90 Dolphins. Sadly there's no time to hop in and snorkel with them, but very nice all the same. Saturday and we get to rec. dive The Zoo again. As always, this site doesn't disappoint. However, that's the only rec. dive this week as Tevita (the skipper) is busy at the local village (Naisisili). There is a fund raising event on, to allow new amenities to built. As part of this we are invited, and visit with other guests from the resort. | |||||||||||||
Monday 14 June 2004-Wednesday 16 June 2004 | |||||||||||||
Was ill and miss a day's diving again this week. It's getting a bit annoying so pop a couple of pills to try and sort this. 2 x 500mg Ciprofloxacin certainly do the job and wasn't ill again! Nothing much new to report this week though, things are still going well, it's routine, but a very nice routine at that.
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Thursday 17 June 2004-Sunday 20 June 2004 | |||||||||||||
| As is the rule in Coral Cay, after seven tough (ahem!) weeks on expedition, vols are allowed a long weekend break from the rigours of camp. After another excellent survey (round at N5 - always good) in the morning it was time for me to take advantage of this, and left on the Flyer for a few nights away. Given how far Nacula is from mainland Fiji the plan was to pop down to Waya (just two hours on the Flyer), partake in a spot of hiking in the hills thereabouts, relax a little, and generally do something other than dive and snorkel for a bit. Good plan, eh? Only once on the boat discover that bookings really are essential and there's not much choice of accommodation on offer - oh well, do I care? I mean, so I have to take the place with cold showers and no drinking water - how is this any different from anyplace else so far? So, after a few hours, rocked up on the beach at Ade's Place to see what was in store. Actually, this was a top little... erm... hostel if you will (but not really), next to the beach and local village. Pluses include: No chores! Female company! (biggish) hills to climb! No 5:30 beer o'clock! Top scoff (although, to be fair, you can't really beat Abraham)! After the first evening, talked a couple of the other guests to come for a trek (if that's what you can call it) up to the highpoint overlooking our bay. Actually, this was pretty tough going in places, but only an hour and a bit later the views were really rather rewarding.
Returning for lunch (and a few beers!) meant a brief spell of topping up the suntan, before another excellent diversion - a local rugby match. It's weird to think that during this time, the other guests were talking of 'home' sometimes, and all this made me think of, was my little corner of a dorm stuck in the back of the island slightly north of here. Bizaar but true, this really had become my home of late and I did rather look forward to returning by the time Sunday afternoon came round.
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