I haven't missed a day - the jump from Thursday to Saturday is courtesy of the international date line we crossed a few hours ago. Around mid-day our driver picks us up for the short ride to Nadi airport, and our seaplane transfer to Yasawa island.Airport formalities are nonexistent. We're the only passengers on this flight, so almost immediately we stroll out to our ride. We've been on this plane before, when we made the same journey for Christmas 2006, but it's still a very exciting 30 minutes of skipping over the coral reefs, shark spotting.
Landing on water is even more stomach churning than landing on a regular airstrip. You plop down onto the water and wade ashore, just like Captain Cook (except for the seaplane and the camera and ipod bags we're holding aloft).
We receive our second scratchy garland while a beefy bunch of helpers haul our luggage and assorted sacks of island supplies over their heads, and then we're in the truck bouncing up the rutted track to the other side of the little island, and our home for the next 8 nights.
It's around 3pm when we're unpacked, be-shorted and sipping Fiji Gold by the pool. Change into a slightly more elegant tee-shirt and dinner shorts for 7.30pm dinner. An underwhelming steak dinner in paradise. (Almost a Jimmy Buffet moment there).
