Tag: Yasawa Islands

From Yasawa to Suva in about elenty billion hours

My final morning on Fiji's Yasawa Islands was as wet as a fat girl with a bag of Doritos, so I sat around like a beached jellyfish until a big yellow boat came and took me back to the mainland. While I enjoyed my time there, the escape couldn't come quick enough – the weather … Continue reading From Yasawa to Suva in about elenty billion hours →

Buster gets busted!

I was woken by an intense banging, but it wasn't in my brain -– it mean a manta ray had been sighted off the shore and I could go swim with it! The sun was peeking through the clouds and, half drunk, I raced down to jump in a boat and see the big, dumb … Continue reading Buster gets busted! →

Why does it always rain on me? Is it because I masturbated too much when I was seventeen?

I was up at 6:30 and, unlike the morning after most alcohol-fused binges, I felt great. Shit, I need to skoll kava and dance with Fijiian men every night. The weather wasn't feeling so beaut, though, and it was piddling down on the Yasawa Islands, Fij. I spent the first half of the day just … Continue reading Why does it always rain on me? Is it because I masturbated too much when I was seventeen? →