new zealand already!!

So I'm trying to remember the last thing I wrote about. I think it was the night at beachcomber. I have so much to write since then!! I woke up pretty early for my last night on party island. I just relaxed for most of the morning on the beach. After changing our minds like 15 times we all signed up for the bar island hopping. We honestly couldn't pass up the oppertunity to get drunk at 3 different remote islands in the pacific (complete with sober boat driver).There was also supposed to be two different snorkelong stops! We had to have an early lunch to make the trip. Curry again :( I was filling up on as much fruit as possible when tragedy struck. Myself and another guy wouldn't be able to go on the island hoping thing as we thought because the water was choppy and they couldn't make sure we would be back for our 5:00 shuttle to the mainland. Totally bummed I decided that I would still be content sitting on the beach. At least it wasn't freezing cold NY and buried in 6 feet of snow. So instead I went snorkeling and feed some fish! Heather would be so damn jealous. There was fish everywhere schools of blue and black striped fish! Hung out on the beach for the rest of the day drinking fruity drinks and reading my book. The boat to the mainland leFt at 5. We had perfect weather and as a typical tourist I took like 100 pictures. (I tried to load them up today but no such luck). Got back to the bay and headed back to the hostel. The bus ride is interesting. When you leave the bay you are surrounded by beautiful houses and yachts but after you cross through the gates of the harboe the scenery drmatically changes. The houses are replaced by shacks that look ready to fall over. Its by no means an area that is well off but in spite of all this the people smile constantly. I've heard that they are some of the hardest working people in the world and farm every inch of their land. Despite this they know how to appreciate every last thing they have and never complain. The generousity and kindness of the fijians I met was overwhelming. That night at the hostel it was fijian night. We sat around on the floor drinking their drink known as cava and listening to a small band play their guitars. Cava is a root that is ground up and mixed with water. It tastes kind of like muddy water and leaves a strange tingling in your mouth. I drank like 20 wooden bowls full. On a completely seperate side not there was the strangest man ever staying at our hostel. He was honest to god the russian version of joe dirt (complete with mullet). He spoke hardly no english and smelled like sweat constantly. He also had his own inflatable kayak that he carried around with him. He is rumored to have kayaked for 24 hrs straight (I found out he only did 6 to an island and back but still) and is now a legend on beachcomber island. After my induction into the cavaholics club (as they call it) I headed next door to check out the hula and flame throwing show. It was pretty sweet and best all free! I was in the back section so when the half dressed fijian men were done throwing and blowing fire I chatted it up with one of them. He was wicked nice and said he did the fire throwing as a hobby and went to university. Met a nice canadian couple who were heading to australia to live for a year. Also met a crazy australian man who sails ships in spain. He just travels around with no plans and wings it. He had been in fiji for a month just travelling around. The next day was pretty relaxing. Just hung out in the pool, went for a walk on the beach, and read my book. I was going to head to town but I was told I shouldn't go alone and couldn't find someone to come with me. Headed to the airport soon after to go to new zealand. Bought a wooden mask and some delicious ice cream!! Luckily they had food on the plane because I was starving (I'm way to cheap to buy a lot of food.haha at least ill lose some weight on this trip). Ill update on new zealand later but this is a ridiculously long post and I get cartsick. :( I hope to take with me the fijians appreciation for the little things in life.