It’s hard to wake up at home after being treated like a princess on the catamaran, Fiji Princess. It’s a shock to the system.
Having a whole crew look after you (and a personal smoother-of-the-way as well) it seems a sense of entitlement sets in!
How do you want your eggs, scrambled, poached, omelette, whites only? No problem, take a seat and I’ll bring them over. And so you sit, in a lovely salon on the back to the boutique ‘cat’, to eat fresh tropical fruit, bacon, eggs, pancakes and, or baked beans along with your toast and coffee.
Now, back in my fabulous apartment, I have to make my own breakfast; make my own bed, clean my own bathroom, and wash my own towels.
No more smiling, friendly, Fijian faces to greet me with a cheerful ‘bula‘, and no warm sun and sea – the three hours flying north – on Fiji Airways – had made a big difference to the New Zealand autumn weather: flying south has made the same change, but this time, negatively.
Guess I’ll just have to adjust to no attention, no-one asking if I want a croissant, more shade, massage, water?
I’ll have to return to being the person providing all the attentions I want and all the things I need like clean linen and great food – being my own supplier of princess-like attention, and dream of the fabulous four nights and five days aboard the ‘Princess’. (#fijiprincess)
Would I recommend the Blue Lagoon Cruises … yes, in a heartbeat.
More blogs and photos will follow about local food, resorts, sun and sand, Yasawa Islands, snorkeling, paddle boards, and the volunteer programme that supports these isolated villages and schools – and for now, I will go and prepare some dinner for this disposed princess.
As ‘they’ say ‘toughen up Princess.’