Fiji Romance - a great original beach story by Jaklien on a beach holiday.

Fiji Romance
When Sarah and I board the plane to Nadi in Fiji for two weeks of fun in the sun, she mentions that it has been six months since she last had sex and that this holiday she was going to make sure to end the dry spell. What easier time to start a holiday romance than on a beach holiday in Fiji. White sandy beaches, clear blue water, the blistering sun in the cloudless sky, evenings spent sitting around a bon fire on the beach listening to a fellow traveller playing 'Hotel California' on his guitar. Sarah is confident that she will meet 'him' on this trip. So off we go and after 24 sleepless hours on the plane, we touch down at Nadi airport.

After a few days of acclimatisation in the capital, we decide to catch the infamous yellow Yasawa Flyer and explore the Yasawa's, the most idyllic Island group in the country. And, according to Sarah, the best place to have that holiday romance. However, as soon as we get comfy on the boat, we notice to our discontent, that our fellow passengers are mainly female. And if there are any men, they brought along their wife or girlfriend. The only single men we spot are three hyperactive, self absorbed show-offs who are doing everything in their power to make an effort and impress all the ladies on board the boat.

We check into our beach hut on the island of Nacula and make friends with the other travellers staying at the resort. Three single girls from England, a single girl from Germany, another single girl from France, etc, etc. All complaining about the same thing; a lack of hot single men. So every afternoon Sarah, me and all the single girls of the resort sit on a little wall on the beach waiting for the daily arrival of the yellow boat that will hopefully drop a fresh load of cute unattached men. To no avail. One afternoon though we all perk up, because we can vaguely distinguish the contours of a hot young man waiving at us from the little dingy that is slowly approaching our beach. However, when he gets closer, it is blatantly obvious that he is as interested in men as we are.

So the days go on. We work on our tan, read our books and sit on the little wall. Until it is time to go home. When we board our Air New Zealand flight back to the UK, Sarah mutters that even though she didn't meet the man of her dreams, she had an amazing time in Fiji. After another 24 hours cooped up in cattle class, we arrive back in cloudy London and make our way to the shuttle bus that will drive us into Central London. While we settle into our seats on the bus, we suddenly see one of the hyperactive, self-absorbed show-offs boarding the bus. He makes his way towards us and looks at Sarah and says: "Hi, I'm Steven. Is this seat taken? " She gives me an annoyed look, but lets him sit next to her anyway. Surprisingly, Sarah switches to flirt mode after only 5 minutes and chats with Steven the whole way back into London. It turns out he only lives a few streets away from her and they agree to meet up for a coffee the following week. They end up falling madly in love, getting married and are now the proud parents of a healthy baby boy. The moral of this story? Why look for love in far away places, when you can find it pretty much in your own back yard?

NB. The names of the characters have been changed to protect the identity of the actual people. This is a true story. I swear.

Author : Jaklien