Today has gone into the slightly obscured territory. As is always the way with the Poole-Wain family holidays, things that should not be complicated become almost impossible. And Things you didn’t even think were possible become the norm.

At 5am this morning the 500 wing of the resort was woken by an evacuation alarm. Quickly jumping out of bed grabbing their passports and their phones the sleeping vacationers weren’t treated by management or any staff, but the alarm eventually was shut off and went back to sleep. Alarmingly we are in the 600 wing and didn’t even know about the events until late in the afternoon. Read into it what you will. Is the alarm system modern enough to evacuate only part of the resort. Or were we in the section without a working alarm.. Who knows what the experience was for people in the villas.

Further to the alarm, none of the computers at the restaurants and bars were working so everything was written on a notepad, slowing staff even further.

The towel/room cleaning service moved into the bizarre today. On any given day the number of towels you have or even if you get them changed seems to be a game of chance. Today a nice lady knocked on the door asking for our towels we wanted ‘cleaned’. All towels were handed over including one from the first full day that Ethan had rubbed some henna onto. The lady found this and said they would try to soak it… this meant she would soak it in the sink in our room… Interestingly Daddy tried a little scrubbing on the towel with hand soap and the henna comes right out so… there’s that.

Mum and Dad are still unable to get a booking into the Chinese resturant for dinner. There is an illusion reservation book that transients between the buffet restaurant the Chinese restaurant daily. You must get your reservation into this book before it leaves the buffet restaurant or it transitions into a new physical state known as ‘fully booked’.

At dinner ordering drinks and a spaghetti bolognaise took far too long. Ordering a large spaghetti effectively became, ordering 2 kids meals and putting it in one bowl. Mummy’s drinks came on the sly like sneaky sidewase pass from the waiter, while Daddy’s beer and the kids drinks had to be chased up twice.

After dinner and Kids club, the vacationers were treated to some traditional Fijian entertainment. During the first song A boy Ethan has befriended very loudly proclaimed I can’t understand what they are singing. To which Ethan as equally as loud replied, “That’s because they don’t speak our language”