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Christchurch Stands Tall

As part of the international Wild in Art project, this summer sees 99 fibre-glass giraffe sculptures placed around the city of Christchurch and its suburbs. Titled Christchurch Stands Tall, a trail map takes people on a journey to find the 49 sponsored large giraffes and the 50 school-project small ones. It is hoped that the trail will bring people back into parts of the city that they haven’t visited before or in a while and illustrate the ongoing progress being made in the rebuild and redesign of the city following the devastating earthquakes of 2010 and 2011. The feedback has been very positive and I for one have had fun going round ‘collecting’ them. Unfortunately, a select few have taken to vandalism and as such a small number have had to be taken off display for repair which is highly disappointing. Focusing on the positives though, there are some beautiful designs and I have a few favourites. Which are your favourites? The giraffes will be on display until 24th January 2015 before being auctioned for charity.

  • 1. Mosaic. Cathedral Square

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  • 2. Imagine. Cathedral Square

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  • 3. Rifraff Giraffe. Corner of High & Hereford Streets

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  • 4. The Giraffe of Gratitude. Cashel Street (Bannatynes)

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  • 5. Building on Our Memories. Cashel Street

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  • 6. Point Blank. Park of Remembrance

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  • 7. Firth. Christchurch City Council

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  • 8. Crusade. The Arts Centre

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  • 9. Spring (Brilliance in Resilience). Botanical Gardens at the Peacock Fountain

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  • 10. Zarafa’s Blue Mandalas. HSBC Tower on Worcester Boulevard

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  • 11. Raise. Worcester Bridge

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  • 12. We Are Worth It. Christchurch Casino

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  • 13. The Builder. The Commons

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  • 14. Aroha, Love Canterbury. The Commons

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  • 15. Beauty Amongst the Rust. Victoria Square

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  • 16. Tall Toys. Cathedral Junction

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  • 17. Queen of Hearts. Cathedral Junction

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  • 18. Reflecting Changes. Agropolis Urban Farm (corner of High Street and Tuam Street)

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  • 19. Safety First. EPIC Hub on Tuam Street

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  • 20. Bubbles. ArtBox Gallery on Madras Street

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  • 21. Te Aroha Mutunga Kore (Loved Forever). 343 Cambridge Terrace

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  • 22. Giraffa Spatiumnolovacuam. Think Differently Book Exchange (corner of Kilmore Street & Barbadoes Street)

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  • 23. Harakeke. Doris Lusk Park

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  • 24. The Very Last Daisy Rothschild. XCHC

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  • 25. The Animal Biscuit. The Colombo Mall

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  • 26. For Fun. Christchurch South Library

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  • 27. Moa Giraffe. Cashmere Valley Reserve

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  • 28. Harold. Pioneer Recreation Centre

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  • 29. Giraffe Crossing. Hazeldean Business Park

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  • 30. Wicket. Hagley Oval

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  • 31. The Best of Times. Riccarton House

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  • 32. Mapthew & Head Above the Clouds. Botanic Gardens Visitor Centre

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  • 33. Dunk (The Canterbury Giraffe). Botanic Gardens Playground

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  • 34. Kea Parrot Stay. Mona Vale Park

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  • 35. Reach For The Stars. Jellie Park

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  • 36. Hero. Merivale Mall

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  • 37. Space Wild. Malvern Park

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  • 38. Raquelle. Pak ‘n’ Save Wainoni

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  • 39. Head In The Clouds… Feet On The Ground… Everywhere In Between… And Beyond. Carnaby Lane, New Brighton

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  • 40. Bat Giraffe. New Brighton Library

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  • 41. Ziraffe. Main Road, Mount Pleasant

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  • 42. Yagi. Sumner Green

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  • 43. Cloud Gazer. Sumner Esplanade

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  • 44. Evolution. London Street, Lyttleton

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  • 45. The Longest Grink in Town. Tai Tapu General Store

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  • 46. Monarch. Christchurch International Airport

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  • 47. From Kaiapoi With Love. 166 Williams Street, Kaiapoi

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  • 48. Dotted Line. 2a Good Street, Rangiora

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  • 49. Whatever’s Clever. New Regent Street

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  • 50. The Small Can Stand Tall Too. Canterbury Museum

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  • 51. Cone-Raff. Christchurch Hospital

This was originally made as a joke by a member of the public to fill a spot whilst one of the giraffes was being repaired. It was so well received, it was given its own spot on the trail.









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The Last Stand:

In February 2015, all the giraffes were put on a final show prior to auction.

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Rakaia Gorge Walkway

After an unusually mild winter, there have been some spring dumpings of fresh snow followed by a sudden increase in temperature. This has resulted in the usually gentle-flowing glacier-fed turquoise rivers of the Canterbury Plains turning into milky torrents as the snowy caps on the neighbouring mountains melt in preparation for the coming summer.

On State Highway (SH) 77, also known as Scenic Highway 72, west of Christchurch on route to Mt Hutt and Methven, the Rakaia river is crossed by a historic bridge built in the late 19th century. Rakaia river exiting the gorgeOn the eastern side of this bridge is a car park next to the river bed, and from here, the Rakaia Gorge walkway commences. The historic 19th century bridgeHeading first up to the bridge where single lane traffic trundles across, look out for an orange arrow on the opposite side of the road which marks out the walkway as it disappears into the bushes. From early on, the view is incredible, and the changing viewpoint of the flowing river is visible for a large percentage of the hike.




The 19th century bridge viewed from river levelThe quality of the path starts off well: a sandy, well-trodden path that skirts round the first few bends of the river. Rakaia river leaving the gorge behindIt varies in minor ascents and descents, occasionally reaching near river level before gaining height to bring the path up to the full height of the gorge. Approaching the lower gorge lookoutThe Mt Hutt range is visible on approach to the first lookout and the view from the lower gorge lookout is incredible. Lower gorge lookoutAt this point, the gorge is quite steep and all the more dramatic with the milky waters gushing through below.














Rakaia riverFrom here, the path and the river snakes round several bends and after a while, the path crosses into private property and at times cuts through woodland. Rakaia river winding downstreamWith reduced sun exposure, and some recent rain, these sections of the walk were exceedingly muddy and in places slippery. Mt Hutt range and the beautiful Canterbury countrysideFor short spells, the river is hidden from view before reappearing with an all new perspective on it. Abandoned coal mineDeep within one wooded section is a spur track to some disused coal mines. The path is much less trodden and on this occasion was relatively overgrown. I had to climb over a few fallen trees and part some vegetation to follow it past 2 mine entrances, and down to a small stream and mini-waterfall. Whereas the main track was quite popular with walkers the day I was there, few ventured down the spur track and it was easy to feel like you were a million miles away from civilisation.












Rakaia river viewed from farmlandBack on the main track and a few bends and slight climb later, the path splits into a loop. Mt Hutt range viewed across farmlandI opted to go anti-clockwise, and climbed steadily out the woodland and out onto farmland, across which the path climbs steadily up to the upper gorge lookout. Upper gorge lookoutAgain the Mt Hutt range stands proudly over the river which flows through the deep gorge. This is a fantastic spot to put your feet up, have some lunch and absorb the view.










Gorse bushes on the gorge walkFrom this vantage point, the path heads down the side of the gorge past the dramatic yellow blooming gorse bushes, and back into the bush which hides the river until a sign denotes a spur track to a boat landing. Rakaia river bedIt is a short walk from here to the shingle bed past which the river loudly flowed downstream. It is easy to feel small and insignificant in such a spot with the walls of the gorge around you and the might of the water gushing past at such speed. Backtracking, the path eventually loops back round to the sign which denotes the split in the track, and from here you retrace your steps back downstream to the road bridge.





Including a lunch stop, this 10km walk took me just over 3 hrs return, and I absolutely loved it. With such stunning views at every turn, this walk is definitely a personal favourite.

Tiromoana Bush Walk

In the Hurunui district, about an hour north of Christchurch, lies Waipara, from where the Mt Cass road leads east towards the coast. A mix of sealed and unsealed, the road snakes for 10km until the unassuming car park for the Tiromoana bush walk appears. No dogsThe sign at the start of the walk regarding dogs on the track doesn’t mince its words: this is not a place to come walk the pooch. View from the carparkThe view from the car park is of rolling green hills and sheep grazing the landscape. The walk itself is through privately owned land, and is closed during the lambing season during the months of August and September.





Barbara's LookoutNot far from the car park is the first spur track, a very short detour to Barbara’s lookout which gives the first glimpse of the Pacific Ocean in the distance. From here it is a steep hike downhill through some forest until a sign at Ridge Junction signals the option to take the loop in a clockwise or anti-clockwise direction. Wetlands viewed from Ridge JunctionI opted to go anti-clockwise, so the route followed a ridge to Ella Pond Lookout, from where the large Ella pond is nestled amongst a dip in the rolling landscape, with the Pacific Ocean getting nearer in the background. Ella PondAt this time of year (November), the gorse is in full flower. Despite being an unwanted pest species introduced from Europe, it lends a beautiful yellow colour to the landscape.





Pegasus Bay LookoutThrough the fence line to the left of the path is farmland, with flocks of sheep grazing nearby. Sheep wandering across a paddockAnother spur track leads up to the Pegasus Bay lookout, which I was disappointed in when I got there. It is actually quite a restricted view of the ocean with trees and farmland obscuring a lot of the view. Forest pathDownhill from here, the walk snakes through a forested area to the Forestry Junction. The path to Rocky Ridge is currently closed until further notice. Heading down to Ngaio JunctionThe route to the beach continues downhill past reams of flowering gorse bushes to Ngaio Junction. This is the only place on the whole walk where there is a toilet, and it is little more than a portaloo at the side of the track. The beach visible from the Clifftop Lookout trackThe Clifftop Lookout spur track follows the fence line of a neighbouring sheep grazing paddock and there were lots of lambs around. The path does peter out though, and the latter part is not very obvious as it weaves across the clifftop. For this reason, I chose not to continue on it, and headed back to the main track.















The final downhill section loops round to Kate Ford where a small ladder over the fence allows you to gain access to the beach. Crossing the streamIt is a sandy track winding along and across a small stream as it snakes its way to the sea. Sand dunes to the southThe dunes here are massive, and it is possible to explore the beach here in either direction but this is the only access point to the track. In the far distance to the south, it is possible to make out the hilly outline of Banks Peninsula. Back at Kate Ford it is all uphill from here. Deer gateThe path snakes up beside farmland, and at one stage you have to go through a deer gate to skirt round some private land. Looking out to sea with Banks Peninsula visible on the horizonWith the Pacific Ocean to your left, you regain altitude, passing a spur track at Kanuka South and reaching another one at Ella Peak Junction. Looking north from the Ella Peak trackI took the spur track up to Ella Peak where I had my lunch. Looking north from Ella PeakEven on an overcast day like the one I had, it was a fantastic view along the coast of Pegasus Bay both to the north and the south. View inland from Ella PeakBehind the viewpoint, the rolling hills disappeared into the distance. This is the highest point of the walk at 346 metres above sea level.
























Back on the main track, it isn’t far to Kanuka North which is connected to Kanuka South by a spur track. A little bit further and there is a viewing platform which overlooks a natural gully. WetlandsContinuing on from here, and the path drops down to a wetland. At Kate Bridge, the path cuts up the side of the wetland which was home to a large flock of Canada Geese.Canada Geese It is then just a final slog up the hillside and through another deer fence to Ridge Junction, and then backtrack up the steep hill through the forest, past Barbara’s lookout and back to the car park.

Bula! Bula!

‘Isles of smiles. Miles of isles’ – Fiji summed up perfectly on a poster in a bar. Of all the countries that I have visited, Fiji stands out for me as having the happiest and friendliest people that I have ever encountered. No matter where I went in this island nation, nestled in the southern Pacific Ocean, I was greeted with a warm and welcoming smile and an always enthusiastic ‘Bula!’ Their eternal happiness proves heavily infectious. Even outwith the main tourism centres, where living is more basic, and money is less readily obtained, the locals still wave hello and smile broadly, proving that money does not buy happiness but peace and community does. I had heard it muted that the indigenous Fijians did not all take kindly to the more recent influx of Indians that now call Fiji home, but I saw no evidence of this during my brief stay. What I discovered was a beautiful, welcoming country of mixed religion, with many people who seemed genuinely grateful that we had decided to visit their country.

Fiji’s largest island Viti Levu is less than a 4-hour flight from Christchurch in New Zealand. Flying with the country’s own airline, Fiji Airways, we arrived in Nadi International Airport after dark. A friend was celebrating a milestone birthday, and there was a large group of us who had joined her in splashing out on a memorable trip to Fiji, half of us going there for the first time. As someone that is used to staying in hostels and motels, this was my first time staying at a 5-star resort, and Denarau Island where our hotel was, was less than a 30-minute drive from the airport. In the dark of night, we saw only the streets we drove through, first through Namaka, then the outskirts of Nadi before turning off Queen’s Road to reach Denarau Island, a security-guarded island filled with resorts, private residences and a marina and port. Like most of the hotels here, the Sofitel has a grand entrance and we were greeted straight away by baggage handlers and drivers who insisted on taking our luggage, an experience that I’ve never had the pleasure of before. The front desk was where we got our first experience of ‘Fiji time’, a much laughed about, but at times slightly frustrating, lack of time management or rush. At 8pm at night, our room was not yet ready, and we were forced to take a stool at the bar to bide some time. Tired from our journey, we propped our heads up, consuming our complimentary drinks, followed by a pizza and more drinks, which were brought to us in no great hurry. Finally, at 9pm, we got the news that our room was ready, and we could crash out, ready to start the holiday afresh in the morning.

Breakfast with a viewOne of my favourite things about tropical islands is how deliciously fresh and flavoursome the fruit tastes. That morning and many after, we enjoyed a fruit platter for breakfast, looking out over coconut palms. With such a large group of us, we generally did our own things during the day and met up for dinners or a swim in the evening. My partner and I were eager to do some sight-seeing and go on some excursions, so whilst many of us headed down to Port Denarau, the two of us went round the tour operators to look at excursions, whilst the others went shopping at the boutiques. It was an overcast day, and there was a threat of rain, but the two of us booked to go ziplining near the Sleeping Giant mountain. As soon as we left Denarau Island, our driver took us off the main road and down a dirt track road, a road which the locals knew as a short-cut. As the driver said, this was the real Fiji. People wandered along the side of the road barefoot and small houses were dotted amongst the low-lying vegetation. With the area being so flat and low-lying, the area around Nadi and Denarau have been repeatedly devastated in severe floods, the most recent occurring in 2012 when 3 separate flooding incidents occurred a few months apart.

Sleeping Giant mountainTurning off Queen’s road to the north of the airport, we eventually reached an un-sealed road which was riddled with pot-holes and washed out edges. Our driver bounced us round and over them, swinging from the left to the right side of the road, avoiding farmers and other vehicles as he went. We passed large fields of sugar cane, a common sight in many parts of Viti Levu, as we travelled up the Sabeto Valley, eventually pulling in at the zipline centre around lunchtime. Straight away we were kitted up and guided round the 5-zipline course which took us flying through the trees at speeds up to 40km/hr. Pineapple growingDeep in the rainforest it was hot and sticky, and whilst the fee included unlimited ‘zips’ we opted to do just 1 circuit before stopping for a scrumptious lunch that was included in the price. Vine treeAfterwards, us and another couple were guided on a sweaty rainforest walk past growing pineapples, bananas and coffee beans whilst cicadas buzzed around us and a parrot flitted noisily through the trees above our head. One of the waterfalls at Orchid fallsOur reward was a swim in the water at the base of Orchid Falls, two split-level waterfalls next to each other. It was exceedingly refreshing to get into the cool water and it made the hike back to the centre much more bearable.





There is plenty of choice for dining at Port Denarau, and that first night the birthday girl chose to go to the Hard Rock Cafe. We dined outside under the moon enjoying cocktails whilst a live band played near the waterfront. The band were amazing with the singer having an exceptional voice and we stayed on to listen to them play. There was a slightly surreal moment after they had finished when the Hard Rock staff came outside and danced to the Village People’s YMCA. With so many eateries, the port was buzzing and it was a fantastic atmosphere to be a part of.

The coastal view on Denarau IslandHaving woken early, just like the previous morning I went out for a walk along the shore past the neighbouring resorts. Sofitel Hotel's swimming poolIt was a peaceful time to be up with only the occasional jogger and staff about the place, and even being another grey day, it was a lovely area to walk around. Not being used to the luxury of 5-star resorts I enjoyed having a nosey round the various resorts I passed comparing swimming pools, hammocks and vistas. After another delicious fruit platter breakfast, we were collected and taken to Port Denarau to catch our ferry out to Mana Island. South Sea IslandAn unrushed 90-minute catamaran ride heads to Mana via South Sea, Beachcomber and Treasure islands. It was still a little overcast, but despite the grey skies, it was still possible to appreciate the beautiful blue waters lapping on the golden sands of each of these little spots of paradise. Being welcomed to Mana IslandThese islands were too small to berth at directly, so passengers had to disembark onto a smaller vessel to get out to them, but Mana was big enough to have a jetty. Approaching the pier through the narrow channel, the group of locals at the end of the pier burst into song and serenaded us as we disembarked onto our island paradise.



Aside from a couple of backpackers and some private residences, Mana Island Resort is the only accommodation on the island. It encompasses a myriad of styles of accommodation that spans a broad section of land spanning from the south beach to the north beach. North beachThe pier, watersports centre and a restaurant sit on the south beach, whereas the kids pool, infinity pool and pool bar are nestled by the north beach. With beaches on the north, south and west coasts, there’s plenty of choice to sunbathe or swim, especially as there is a natural reef surrounding most of the island. After yet another drawn-out wait to get into our room, during which time the pool-side bar was made use of, finally we were able to kick back and relax. For my partner, that means lying by the pool, whereas for me, that means exploring. Before we went our separate ways, we had lunch at the restaurant on the south beach, and watched the boats come and go off shore. A group of us went along the beach to the east of the resort, past the neighbouring village, and then turned back when we reached the rocky end of the beach.

I’m a lover of ‘me’ time, and when everyone else headed back to the resort, I set off west. Mana Island from the lookoutWithin the resort is a path leading up to a lookout which gives a fantastic view over the resort to the east, sunset beach to the west, and the nearest islands to the north and the south. It was a beautiful viewing point, even on an overcast day. Coming back from there, it was a winding route through the resort to find the road to sunset beach. It snakes past the end of the island’s airstrip and through bush. It wasn’t long until I was stopped by some of the resort staff on a golf cart who insisted on taking me to sunset beach despite my insistence that I wanted to walk. One of the things that saddened me about Mana Island was that the resort was built right next to the island’s village, but they were separated by a high fence that was guarded by security. It was possible to skirt this fence on the beach, and the villagers, and the nearby backpackers were very welcoming of resort guests, but the resort did not return the favour. The resort staff were polite and friendly but it didn’t take long for them to enquire where I was staying and ask for my room number. They seemed satisfied that I was a resort guest, but I wondered how they would have behaved had I not been one. As it was, they were almost too friendly, enquiring about my relationship status and asking where my boyfriend was and why I was alone. It made me feel a tad uncomfortable, and I was relieved when at last they dropped me off at sunset beach.

Sunset beach, unlike the north and south beaches of the resort was desolate. Not a soul was around, and it was just me, the sand, and the lapping waves. I meandered along the soft shore, passing the time idly before following the road back to the resort, praying to be left alone to walk. Private beachA turn-off through vegetation leads to another lookout, this time overlooking the pier and the south beach, as well as a private beach that is accessible only to residents of some upmarket residences. Another catamaran had arrived and there was a stream of people disembarking.

It was relatively well known that the best place to eat on the island, was the backpacker’s restaurant which had an ocean view from it’s south beach location, on the edge of the village on the non-resort side of the high fence. Fijian band at the backpackersMany resort guests made the journey round the fence along the beach to eat there and we were no exception. The place was packed, and the band had to be moved to allow us all to sit down and eat. I tried a Fijian prawn dish which was nice but rather lacking in prawns, and we listened to the locals singing Fijian songs before heading back to the comfort of our beds.

Hermit crabThere was a hint of blue in the sky the next morning – the first chance of sunshine since we’d arrived. Waking early, I went for a walk along the beach, looking at coral washed up on the shoreline, and giggling at the sight of my favourite shoreline creature: the humble hermit crab. Matamanoa IslandMy partner and I headed out to sea on the Seaspray, a lovely yacht that took us round Mana and then north to the nearby islands. Monuriki IslandIt was a fantastic day for a sail, the clouds separating and the sun gleaming down on us and the beautiful blue waters. We headed first to Matamanoa Island, an exclusive resort where we picked up a couple of extra passengers. From there it wasn’t far to Monuriki Island, the island where Tom Hanks was Castaway. Purple coralWe moored offshore, and were ferried onto the beach from where we could go snorkelling. Snorkelling off MonurikiIt had been nearly 3 years since I had last snorkelled, and my last experience of tropical snorkelling had been in the lagoon of Rarotonga. I had enjoyed the snorkelling in the Cook Islands, but this was definitely better. The coral was not particularly colourful but the fish were plentiful and close to shore. Some of the fish were especially curious, swimming very close to investigate. I spent nearly an hour in the water taking it all in, reluctant to go back to shore.







On our return to the boat, we were greeted with a most amazing barbeque. Fish, chicken, sausages, steak, salads, fruit, and dessert and all you could ever want to drink. It was scrumptious. The boat set off, by-passing neighbouring Monu island, and moored off Yanuya island where we once again headed to shore. The kava ceremonyThe villagers here welcomed us with a traditional kava ceremony – a drink that is made from ground down roots of the plant of the same name. It is reputed to have an anaesthetic-like quality: de-stressing and making the drinker sleepy and relaxed. Villagers drink it like Westerners drink alcohol: socially and medicinally. We had been pre-warned that it would be watered down into a ‘tourist-strength’ form, and everybody at the gathering got to taste some. It was a ritual, and several of our fellow tourists ignored the ritual and drank without the customary greeting and thanks. I received my cup with thanks and noted that it tasted exactly how it looked: like muddy water. It had no effect on me whatsoever. Village children on Yanuya IslandAfter buying some trinkets at the local market, we got a tour round the village, past the local’s homes, the community centre, and the boarding school with its rugby pitch. The view from the beach on Yanuya IslandThis particular island was host to the neighbouring island’s rugby union team. There was a stunning vista from the beach on Yanuya and from there it was a lovely sailing back to Mana where we had another dinner at the backpacker’s restaurant where we were entertained with a fire-dancer on the beach.




Despite using sunscreen, I had unfortunately suffered the worst sunburn of my life on my back whilst snorkelling. It made for an uncomfortable end to my holiday, constantly having to watch what I wore and how I sat or lay down. Fish off north beachThe next day was another beautifully sunny day, and I had to clothe up to get in some more snorkelling. Fish off north beachWith the tide in, the south beach was the place to be, with a route marked out with buoys to an area rich in fish, near the ‘drop-off’ where the sea floor dropped down dramatically about 50m off the shore. Fish off north beachThere were two species of fish, one black and white like a zebra, and another a shimmering blue, who insisted on surrounding me in shoals and accompanying me as I floated near the surface watching the goings-on of the reef below me. Fish off north beachOne of the ‘zebra’ fish even tried giving me a nibble at one point. Fish off south beachAfter a while, I headed inshore and crossed the width of the island to the south beach. Fish off south beachThe tide was out on this side making it quite shallow in places, but the fish were again plentiful, and again the ‘drop-off’ was within an easy distance. Fish off south beachWith boats moored up in the area, there were ropes and anchors fixed in place, and around these swarmed large groups of catfish. There was more diversity with the fish species on this side, and aside from being so shallow in places as to risk damaging the coral, I preferred the south beach snorkelling to the north beach snorkelling.



















Infinity poolThe rest of the day was spent lounging by the infinity pool. I’m not normally one for sitting still, but with waiters bringing you food and drinks at your beck and call, it was hard not to relax, and my partner and I whiled away a large part of the day sat in the shade staring out to sea. I doubt I would have struggled to spend a second day doing exactly the same if we’d had the time. Our last night on the island, we again ate at the backpacker’s restaurant where I enjoyed a tasty prawn dish before watching some crab racing with some poor little hermit crabs. I was torn between feeling sorry for the crabs and feeling excited at the drama as the crabs unknowingly raced against each other.

Islands to the north of ManaOur final morning on Mana Island was cloudless. With some spare time before our ferry back to Viti Levu, I headed back up to the lookout overlooking the north beach to soak up the last view of the island. North beach from the lookoutI once again had the place to myself, and I enjoyed the view for as long as I could tolerate the intense sunshine. South beachOur last view of Mana was a glorious one as we were serenaded back onto the boat by what looked like most of the resort staff, Our send-offand headed off towards Castaway Island. Mana's South beachCreeping out through the narrow channel, the water was so clear, and a shade of blue that I’ve never seen before anywhere else. Looking towards Castaway & Malolo islands with the Seaspray in the foregroundPast Castaway Island, we skirted round the coast of Malolo Island, Castaway Islandone of the largest in the Mamanuca island group, and then Malolo Lailai island. Unfortunately, the closer we got to Viti Levu, the cloudier it became, and we returned to Denarau Island with the sun hidden.




























It was too early to get into our room, so we left our luggage behind and we headed into nearby Nadi in search of some markets. We had been given some tips from one of the crew on the Seaspray, and catching the bus to the bus depot, we headed out to wander the streets. With 9 of us together, it wasn’t long before a local man took advantage of us and tried to lead us somewhere we didn’t want to go. NadiIt was exactly what we had been warned to look out for and I wasn’t having a bar of it. We regrouped in a local cafe before we decided to split up into smaller groups. My friend had had enough and wanted to go back to the hotel, so 3 of us headed back to the bus and returned to Denarau Island. As the bus headed through the streets of Nadi, I was inwardly disappointed to discover that the area that we had wanted to get to had been just 2 streets away from where we had reached. I knew I was unlikely to have time to come back to the town again, so had to accept that it had been missed.

Our last day involved a very early rise as my partner and I headed down to the Coral Coast on the south of Viti Levu. Jetboating on the Sigatoka riverOn arrival at Sigatoka, we joined a tour which took us up the Sigatoka Valley, following the Sigatoka river until eventually we arrived at a small jetty where we boarded a jet boat. Cattle on the river bankI’ve tried a lot of adventure sports and activities in my life but had yet to go jet boating. Sigatoka riverIt had never really appealed to me at all and since injuring my back last year I’ve unfortunately had to become a lot more cautious with what activities I take part in. But I’m glad I went. We tore up the river, skimming round corners and obstacles, appearing to fly at times over the water and all the while, the rolling green valleys, pastures and hills passed us by. There were plenty of locals using the river to bathe and wash their clothes as well as for their horses and cattle to bathe and drink, and we waved at them as we whizzed by. Children at the villageIt threatened to rain a couple of times but never came to much, and eventually we stopped at a village where we were shown around and then taken to the community hall for a kava ceremony and a spectacular lunch prepared by the village women. Preparing the kavaThe whole village had come to welcome us and share with us their traditions and rituals. Again, some people forgot their manners when it came to accepting the kava, and again I noted the distinct resemblance to muddy water. In fact the kava looked exactly like the river that we had just boated down on. In the end, I somehow ended up getting two helpings, but even with the double serving, I still felt no effect of the drink. Our hearty village lunchAfter a lunch of various meats, salads and fruit, we were invited to dance. Fijian dancing involves a lot of hip wiggling and is therefore quite easy to pick up. The villagers and our guide didn’t take kindly to people shying away and by the end of it all, most of us had danced several times. I wondered how much the villagers enjoyed these tourist visits and how much was down to tolerance, but Fijians just seem permanently happy and content with their lot, so perhaps it was my Westernised cynicism that was the problem.

Sigatoka ValleyFollowing some 360o spins on the jet boat, a last chance to see the Fijian countryside on the way home, and a last chance to enjoy the resort’s inviting pool, my partner and I headed to Port Denarau for our last meal. Eating at a lovely seafood restaurant on the quieter side of the marina, my fantastic fish dish was the best meal of the whole holiday. Nadi airportThe next morning, rising early, it was a short drive back to Nadi airport for the flight back to Christchurch. Leaving Viti Levu behindWe got a good view over Viti Levu as we left Fiji behind, and I mentally added this small, friendly country onto my ever-growing list of places I want to return to.

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