Friday 25 October 2013

Going Troppo

The year one/three for me has being a total turmoil along with blessed trips to succulent lush tropical islands. 

With a beach-loving surf fanatic as a man-pal, these destinations pretty much warranted and I most certainly wasn't making any sound grumbles or whinges. 

The first, we welcomed the new year in Vanuatu in bright little clothing. 
Van-Tu is just a dream loco with a gorge turquoise beachside to your left and well-flourished rainforests to your right. 
Many of the food is westernised but the sea-critter dishes are literally fresh as fudge served with the poor fishies literally suffocating for fresh-h20 on your plate. 

The second, I made a quickie flight to Fiji, not far or diff from my beloved Van-Van. 
Luckily, with the dear love-interests connections, we had to ourselves a cute little bure right by the southern beaches. 
Much like Van, the place was well-lush with rainforrest goodness and absolutely stunbun beaches with reefs full of marine life. 
Thanks to lucky stars, I was able to experience the full-Gee experience and spent half a day in a local village. 
This involved the renowned Kava ritche with local cooking prepped by bodacious sassy village lasses. 
A marv occasion that I will most defs never forget. 

Vanuatu was amazzles with beautiful laxed out locals however, the people of Fiji really reached out to my smog-infested neon-lighted heart. 
The people there are genuinely stoked-city to say 'Bula!' and are always interested to spark up a genuine chatter with you. 
The village people adore their simple lives with very little technology and moderate to high living but appreciate every mo of their breathe to just be surrounded by their loved ones and homely vibe. 

What a pleasurable eye-popping thing it was. 

Being right amongst the bright, sonic, hustely lifestyle of working 9 til 5, Monday to Friday, I realised that you really do forget the simple easy perks of life. 
Having a bangin' outfit for the weekend and your in perf curls just seems like such an idiotic thing to be concerned about after just a mini week of being in such places. 

I could not recommend persistently enough to all sisters and bro-towns who really are caught up in their social, career drive to just stop the car, get out and take a fresh breathe of air and have a nice stroll.