by Jorge Sanchez - 1 year, 1 month ago
I boarded a ferry in Denarau. I had agreed with a tourist company that I would chose an island of the Mamanuca to stay a couple of nights, but first I wanted to visit with the ferry some of them and then I would decide.The boat made stops in several islands, all looked like paradises, but the stop was in the sea, not in the islands. Once in front of an island a motorboat came to us, brought some tourists and loaded some others. When we arrived between Treasure Island and Beachcomber island, I immediately chose Beachcomber island.I arranged my stay of two nights in the reception. The price for a bed in the dormitory was much more expensive than in Denarau or in any other hostel in Viti Levu, but I wanted to have the experience to live a couple of nights in, at least, one of those islands.
I knew that the Mamanuca islands group consists of about 20 islands with crystal clear waters, palm fringed sandy beaches and live coral reefs.
The Mamanuca and Yasawa islands are privately owned by families. You have everything there, excursions, diving and snorkelling gear, bar with drinks, internet, games in the beach, dances in the night, shows of kava (for tourists, not authentic), disco music the whole day, etc. Breakfast, lunch and dinner is communal, self service style and you can eat as much as you like, but drinks are not included, except juices and coffee for breakfast. The days that I spent there they served in the restaurant chicken curry, cow meat, fish, vegetables, fries, fruits and sweets. Food was OK, not special, nothing of first class, not delicatessen at all, but sufficient simple food to fill your stomach.Music was too loud and the songs were mainly old well known hits of the sixties and seventies (of the XX century, something that sometimes bored me because I wanted to read or write in peace. I would have prefered relaxing folkloric music from Fiji or from Polynesia).It was evident by the observer that those islands of the Mamanuca and Yasawa groups were very frequented by many solitary people, men and women, young and old, that had traveled there with the hope to find company for the night.
The third day I boarded a ferry back to the port of Denarau, in Viti Levu.