Bula!

Ok. I'm here. I'm alive. I'm in Smugglers Cove in a dorm with 29 other guests, guys and girls. The weather is humid, hot and cloudy, but so far no rain.

The welcoming singing and playing at the arrival hall was beautiful and it acctually made my eyes tear.

-Bula!
-So, what is ther to do around here?
-here? Nothing, ma'am.
-Ok. Like, can i go for a walk?
-Yes. But not to the right.
-Ok. Why?
-Beacuse of the dogs.
-Oh. But otherwise it's safe?
-Safe? Yes.
-So how about the beach? Can i go for a swim?
-You wanna go for a swim? Yes some guests go for a swim.
-But I don't need to worry about sharks or anything?
-No. No sharks.

-Ok. I also have a trip booked with the Awsome Fiji on the 8th, when I check out. Do I need to contact them or will they pick me up?
-They will pick you up. 7.15.
-Ok. 7?
-7.15.
-But I haven't told them that I'm staying here, cause I booked thos place after I booked that trip.
-It's ok. They will come.
-Ok. They will know I'm here?
-Yes. They will know. They come everyday.

These weeks are going to be a new era. No drinking, early nights, fresh fruit and reading. Not mucg choise really. There is nothing around here.
Sweet as.