Naviti

After two nights on Kuata, I went to Naviti, one of the bigger islands of the Yasawas. Here I met up with a bunch of other solo travellers. The level of ridiculousness was high.

Jenn and I look very much alike. One of the girls thought we were the same person until she saw us together. Jenn's travels between the islands has been in sync with Tracey and Jamie.
"They're so lovely. They're going to have gorgeous children. I feel so fat around them."
I laugh.
"Well, it's true!"

***

At breakfast, upon the 4th consecutive playing of a ridiculously sappy ballad, Anne from Holland says, "It's a nice song though, isn't it?" She doesn't look up from the leftover pancakes I've given her, even though I'm dying of laughter.

***

I'm down at my favorite hammock at the edge of the grounds, when it starts to rain. And then pour. I huddle next to the tree, while the couples watch me from the dry porches of their bures. Jerks.

My dorm is on the other side. I make a dash for the cover of the dining area. Diane and Jacqueline call me from their porch, the closest to the main building. I'm soaked.

Bryan Adams starts belting "Everything I Do." Again. [Shortly after the rain lets up, Jamie and I ask if we can switch the music and discover the problem: their iPod had been shuffling through only 9 songs for the past two days.]

Jacqueline smiles and asks if we remember the slow songs at school dances. She danced with Andy Wallace to this song. He was wearing a white shirt and smelled good.

The girls smoke and I look out over the water, waiting for the rain to let up.