Bula

Everyone tells you that Fiji is THE place to go for a child friendly holiday. Well, they're 100% right.


I was a tad highly strung about going through with the trip after Will had to pull out and almost didn't go but I'm so glad we did. Fiji is beautiful and the people we met were relaxed, genuine and simply put, nuts about kids. I mean they knew D and H's names within 10 mins of our arrival. D was shouting bula (Fijian meaning welcome/hello) at everyone in the resort within a couple of hours, such was their way with kids!


Little D had a blast. He wore himself out trying to keep up with the big kids swimming, playing cricket, beach volley ball, learning how to throw a 'spear' (a very small and blunt stick!), a mini triathlon, treasure hunt and coin diving. He shadowed 7 year old George like some kind of groupie. If we lost sight of him (which wasn't really possible in his lime green swim shirt and bright yellow arm floaties) we just looked for George. George thankfully is a very sweet kid, and very skilled in hanging out with little ones (having 2 little sisters himself) and he tolerated D's intrusion of his personal space without a fuss. The poor kid couldn't turn around without tripping over D! (On a side note - it was worth the 4 hour flight just to look at those delicious humidity induced curls. I know his hair is barely wavy normally and as for H's, well, even humidity isn't budging those dead straight locks, but come on. Big fat curls! I couldn't take my eyes off them).




Little H did what he does best - wandered happily around flashing his grin at anyone he cast eyes on. A bucket kept him busy ferrying pool water around, the lid from D's markers entertained him early each morning in our suite while D and I tried to snooze until a more reasonable time to get up. It was a holiday after all. That said, by 'sleep in' I mean 7am instead of 5am. Hey, being first to the buffet breakfast bar has it's perks! And Little H enjoyed the food too as you can see by the photo of his pool side dining. His appetite was more ferocious than usual as he wasn't having his quota of goats milk each day. Hmm, a bit of a problem to source the old goats milk. Doesn't travel so well. He wasn't having a bar of the powdered goats formula I paid way too much for the day before we left. Lucky for him spaghetti bolognaise was on the menu.


And who should show up for our last 24 hours on Denarua Island but daddy! O.k, so that could be anyone's hand on the right but it is Will's I promise. And, in perfect tradition for our family, the only other photo showing that he actually was there with the rest of us - a whole family photo - is absolutely terrible. But there we are together. Will arrived after the kids had gone to bed on our last night and lucky us, having twisted the arm of the very helpful Rebecca (long time friend and go to babysitter for the boys since forever) to join me in Fiji for the second half of our short holiday - we had ourselves an in-room babysitter. It was rather surreal actually. And all the more romantic due to the unexpectedness of it all. After a meal by candle light on the beach, we wandered over to the pool side bar, drank pina colada's and danced the night away to the live band. Finishing our Fijian sojourn boogying beneath the stars with my crazy husband (I mean what kind of fruit cake flies to Fiji for one night, really?) - a perfect ending. Bula!