Love. Hate.
That's how the kids and I feel about going out for a day on the surf boat. The kids err a little more to the hate side, and I a little more to the love.
But the first part is not the best fun. It's an early start (around 6am – it is a holiday) and then a car trip and bumpy boat ride. You are then left bobbing around near the shouder of the wave for an hour or so. On this particular occasion, it was tricky to snorkel off the boat (especially if you wanted to get back on in a hurry like someone I know who is fairly paranoid about such activities, oh ok it's me) because there was no ladder. Re-embarkation took on a ludicrous trial and error recurring theme, from a very ungainly angle. So we bobbed.
The kids threatened vomit. India had a spack which involved her throwing goggles from the water on one side of the boat to the water on the other side of the boat, while yelling in a scary tone, so a hapless passenger (who thought he was hitching a ride on a good boat, but was clearly disappointed) had to dive in after them.
And so it went, for a bit more than an hour.
At Cloudbreak.
Bob.
Bob.
Bob.
Bored of bobbing, I convinced Belle to get on a board and paddle towards the break (for a photo), so here's Belle paddling out to Cloudbreak…
I was busting to get on a jet-ski, like I had before, but a jet-ski didn't come until the end,
and it was India who decided to get on.
Her last words to me were, "Don't let him go too fast"
and she was gone…
She was too polite to scream that time, and returned with a passenger in tow, so then we got to do the 'love' bit…
Snorkelling in these most beautiful, clear waters.
I was so happy and relaxed, I can even post a couple of gratuitous pictures of myself enjoying it.
I love Fiji!
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