Woah! We’re going to Beachcomber

posted on April 25, 2007 in Fiji,Travel

#Woah! Back to the island.#

We spent four nights at Beachcomber Island Resort, chillin’ out, maxin’, relaxin’ all cool,

shooting some volleyball out by the pool,

when a couple of girls – they were up to no good – started flaming sambuccas in our neighbourhood,

they spun one little bottle and I got scared, I said “I’m going to the bar to get me some fresh air!”

I walked up to the bar about 7 or 8, I said “Hey!” to the hottie “how ya doin’? Catch ya later.” I looked at my kingdom – I was finally there – I ordered 4 beers and drank one right there.

Beachcomber then. We checked into the largest dorm I’ve ever seen. I was worried they would wake us early to start work on a transcontinental railway.


Playing cards on the first evening a few Norwiegans joined us. Having napalmed the candle at both ends on Mana we were feeling a little less than sociable but wearily promised we’d be ready to ‘party’ the following evening.

Jackanory time.

Day 216 Thursday 12th April

“Over breakfast I can’t help but notice how many girls there are. Moreover just how many of them are positively hot. And not just ‘holiday hot’ but bona fide cold light of day hot. As the morning strolls on more fresh meat is shipped in. On one boat I see only 2 guys, the rest delightful girls. Frikkin’ awesome.

Over lunch we caught up with Team Norway. The blonde one Ida the other Kari, but for our sakes pronounced Kerry. At their suggestion we [us 3 guys] play mini golf that afternoon. I lost.

I swam around the island in 23 minutes.

That evening we drink. Us three plus Team Norway chatting and drinking away. We crank it up a notch introducing the girls to flaming sambuccas. Then we went in for a bowl of Kava. Everyone else grimmaced but it’s not that bad, plus it’s bad form to insult the national drink.

Us with Team Norway

Kava and Kari


A drunk Norwiegan birthday girl talks to me. These 3 facts are all I can gather. Drunk Norwiegan birthday girls drunk friend makes me open a bottle and get in a photo. The Canadian guy she’s been tongue wrestling comes over not looking too impressed. I make a swift exit.

Norwiegan contingent

I’m back with the guys and Team Norway before I summon the courage to speak to the American girl.


I find Miss America. Her name is Erica. [She will make a great housewife. Hopefully a desperate one.]

Team America

Later we go swimming with Ida and Kari.”

Heavily censored exert there. If one was to go to Norway right now, it’d be empty – they’re all in Fiji. Rest assured we do plan on going to Norway; they’re doing something right up there.


1 Comment »

  1. I always said Norway was the place to go!! (that is after all the other countries you have previously visited)!!

    Hope everythings still going ok over there on the other side of the world!!

    Comment by Brady — May 1, 2007 @ 5:03 pm

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