Nothing else really happened in New Zealand. The day after the Triple Challenge we headed back to Christchurch on a bus. I guess one interesting spectacle did happen though. At one of our stops along the way, the bus driver kicked some Indian dude off the bus. The bus driver and this guy started arguing. Then, the rest of the Indian men got out and starting yelling at the bus driver. The driver and the Indian guy both had their cell phones out calling people and handing the phones to each other and yelling on them. At one point, the bus driver opened up the luggage compartments and started taking out luggage. Meanwhile, no one on the bus had any clue what was going on. Eventually, the bus driver put the luggage back on and got back on the bus. He closed the door and drove off without the Indian men on the bus. He later explained that one of them didn't pay for their child to have a seat. That violated company policy so he got kicked off the bus. An interesting event to say the least.
Anyways, the next day the 11 of us were off to Fiji, plus one meeting us there. The first thing we were greeted by in the Fiji airport was a group of 4 musicians/singers. A grand welcome to say the least. And they kept going until everyone was through customs.
It was then off to our hostel, Smuggler's Cove, a beach resort in the middle of nowhere. There was literally nothing around. Just two hostels. Our sleeping arrangement was interesting as well. Our beds were arranged in cubicles of four with about a foot in between bunkbeds. There were 10 cubicles in the room for a total of a 40 bed dorm room. The door to the bedroom was locked by a key card entrance; however, the key card was kept right next to the door. I don't know why they didn't just leave it unlocked.
Anyway, that night we just relaxed. The next day, four of us guys went to a golf course that we could play at for free, except we didn't think about the incidentals...$2 per ball, $4 for 10 tees, $20 to rent golf clubs. We lasted 1 hole on the golf course. We started out with 5 balls. We ended with 2. I was the only one to finish the first hole.
That afternoon, several of us headed out to a mud pool...also in the middle of nowhere. The adventure to the mud pools was quite interesting. The whole set-up was like a scene from a horror movie. The road to the mud pools might as well have just been a mountain bike path. The cab ride was like riding a rollercoaster. Then, the cab driver had to stop and ask for directions at one point, not that there was anywhere to turn though. It was getting dark and looked like it was gonna pour at any moment. We got to the mud pools though.
The next day, 8 people in the group went to go skydiving. Only 2 of them actually went because of the bad weather. The other 4 of us just relaxed. We got sick of the resort, so we went to Hard Rock to eat dinner. I know, the real Fiji experience. That was the best food I had during our entire stay in Fiji though.
The next day, we headed to Beachcomber Island. The weather didn't start out too great, but by the time we got to the island, it had cleared up. We spent the day snorkeling and playing volleyball. It was New Englanders vs. everyone else. The New Englanders only won one game out of 6.
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The next day, I headed back alone to meet up with my parents. The rest of them headed back the next day. Overall, Fiji was probably the least favorite part of my spirng break. There just wasn't much to do there. I can only relax for so long before I start to get restless. Our "resort" didn't have much going on either, so it was quite boring. Nonetheless, not many people ever get to Fiji, so I can't complain. Well, I should probably study some more.
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