So we were finally on our way to Fiji, all we had in front of us now was the ten hour flight! So we thought…
Once we landed in Nadi, Fiji, we were faced with yet another adventure. If you missed the first part of this story you can read it here.
As a result of the multiple flight cancellations and delays, our arrival time was obviously pushed back. Instead of landing in the early morning and catching our taxi to Pacific Harbour (where our hotel was), we were now landing late at night. And because it’s too dangerous to travel long distances by road (it’s a three hour car ride to our hotel) at night, we were stuck. But hey, that’s okay, because since it’s the airlines fault, it’s up to them to accommodate us somehow at their expense!
As excited as we were when we landed, we walked right into unorganized, hot and humid chaos. You’d think that with the ten hour flight they would have a solution for all of the stranded passengers by now. Not to mention the hundreds of passengers who have now missed their connections to New Zealand and Australia!
Well, they didn’t.
There were maybe five airline representatives in charge of finding hotels for just about every passenger that came off that Boeing 747, and let me tell you it wasn’t pretty.
We decided to find the company who was in charge of our transfer, and thankfully they let us relax in their air conditioned office, while they tried to figure things out for us. It turned out that we should have been waiting in line the whole time like everyone else, in order to try and get a hotel, but because all the hotels were filling up fast, they told us to go and find one on our own, and then send the bill to Air Pacific. Yeah, right! First of all, as if we’d get our money back and second, like we’d find a hotel!
Anyways, they managed to find us a hotel, after they had put all the connecting passengers up first. So now, we were finally able to start enjoying Fiji!
Before we left the airport, we arranged for our taxi to pick us up from the Wailoaloa Beach Resort in the morning so that we wouldn’t be stranded with no transportation. So now we were really excited. Everything was re-planned, and we were on our way to what sounded like a beautiful hotel!
Well, we had definitely assumed incorrectly. There’s no need to go into detail, but let’s just say it wasn’t the Hilton. In fact, the tiny motel my Dad and I stayed in in Homer, New York, with cracked windows and drug deals happening outside was preferable.
Regardless, the long journey was over, we had a bed to sleep on, and a three hour coastal drive to look forward to in the morning.
When we eventually arrived at our final destination, The Pearl South Pacific, we were in heaven. It was everything we could have asked for, and, being my first resort experience, I will definitely be back!
Our first Fijian wildlife just so happened to be this bird that would wake us up every morning with its’ not so delicate song.
The first thing we did once we arrived at The Pearl? Beer and fish n’ chips.
The most amazing lobby I’ve ever seen.
Lining the hallway to the upstairs restaurant were these super somfy couches and booths, perfect for playing games on a rainy day – not like we’d know or anything!
Our first candlelit dinner. This was the ambiance every night and I was in heaven.
Not that you can see it well, but this is quite possibly the best curry I’ve ever had. We ordered it multiple times.
There were fresh flowers all over the hotel, everywhere you went.
The lounge style ‘game’ hallway by night.
View from the pool to the resort.
Same view, just further right. That’s our happy hour restaurant for lunch and dinner on the bottom, and the breakfast and fancy dinner restaurant up top.
View from our breakfast table. Almost every morning was bright and sunny so we sat outside.
From the breakfast table again.
The ‘unreachable’ island. Yes, from our breakfast table. So blessed.
We still have many stories to share, so be sure to check back to hear more about our adventures in Fiji!