One of my most favourite places in the world would be the blazing hot beaches in Fiji. Deuba beach is a sandy wonderland filled with childhood memories. Things I will never forget.
Ripples of water boil in the beaming sun making itself a big spa. Odd slimy seaweed flows in and out, rhythmically moving with the current, not causing a single suspense. Starving sea gulls squawk overhead like hunting vultures stalking their preys’, waiting for the predators to leave. The ocean breeze slams soundlessly against our bodies, forming golden sand into dunes filled with spinifex. Coconut trees dance moving its branches like a human arm. Coconut crabs tumble miserably falling down to the ground in attempt to climb a tree. Harmless, they try again. Hammocks dangle from tree to tree providing luxury and leisure for whoever lays in. Estuaries divide the beach creating shallow pools, fresh water flows into the ocean.
The crystal mirror breaks as we dive in. Bitter salt enters my mouth causing my throat dehydration; it felt like the entire Sahara desert had transferred into my oesophagus. We snorkel above naturally craved reefs and beautiful corals. Magnificent fish swim majestically beneath us. Lonely or in schools they swim happily and freely. Sharp seashells fissure under my sandals, some so beautiful that they could be mistaken for artificial ones. Grand resorts by the beach attracts a majority of tourists, the beach is ever crowded which builds up more excitement. A huge shark farm nearby does create anxiety but gets overtaken by the activities that are available.
Roasted lamb in the air makes tummies rumble. BBQs everywhere an ideal lunch for picnics. Families gather laughter and stories is all that can be heard. A remembrance of the past makes elders cry but all that