Published Winter 2004, Surf Life for Women magazine. Click here for digital photo
Arriving
at the outer island airport that reminded me of a Mexican bus station, we were
met on the runway by a slender Fijian man wearing an easy smile who knew us by
name and beckoned us with the words, “Come, now I will take you to Nagigia.”
Ratu,
our guide, led us to the white sandy beach where we waded through 80 degree
water to
As
we drifted to the dock, a song ringing in full harmony, we disembarked to
vigorous hand-shaking and enthusiastic introductions from the smiling Fijian
staff. The sweet sounds from our serenade slowly faded as we were
shown to our bure, a one room bungalow
located perfectly on the edge of a tranquil lagoon.
Feeling hot and salty from our travels, we grabbed our snorkel gear and
headed out to explore the translucent water.
The next morning, a group of us eagerly gathered on the main deck to peer at
King Kong Left through binoculars, evaluate the conditions and plan our day.
Increasing swell and non-existent wind had created another perfect day of
surf. Every break seemed to be working. For
a moment, we discussed heading to Uatotoka, a zippy right-hand wave with a
stunning beach and pristine snorkeling. All
of us were too trigger-happy to sit through the 45 minute boat ride to get
there, however, so the 10 or so of us scarfed a
quick bowl of cereal and a bite of papaya and dispersed to gather our gear.
Moments later, we stood anxiously waiting at the dock with our boards
waxed, sunscreen slathered and reef booties tightly secured.
King Kong Left was pumping with overhead, clean, silky faces. The boat paused at the deep-water anchor long enough for a few surfers to jump out. After watching the steep pit and hearing the heavy crack and boom of the wave’s pitching lip, I quickly concluded King Kong Left held little appeal for me or my longboard. Instead, I stayed in the boat with the group headed towards Daku, an area close by with a gorgeous white sand beach and a forgiving, slow folding peak.
For the next several hours I surfed heavenly, clear blue waves in the company of
my newfound faction of longboarders (all 3 of us), my only complaint being that
the waves only reached waist high. But after catching wave after gentle,
peeling wave, my grin spread from ear to ear.
Back at the resort later that afternoon, all of us stoked and showing Kahuna-sized
smiles, we traded stories from our experiences. My husband’s words
captured how all of us felt, “I’ve never seen waves that glassy...I probably
caught the best waves of my life today”. With nine more days ahead of
us, we could hardly believe our luck at stumbling on such a paradise.
Sadly, the weather turned stormy the next morning, as is expected during the
South Pacific’s winter months. With more time on our hands, we were then
able to fully appreciate the fabulous food prepared by the resort’s cheerful
kitchen staff. Breakfast is
self-serve cereal and fruit or ordered menu-style, while lunch and dinner are
preset. Courses come with soup,
heavenly homemade bread, an entrée of usually chicken or fish with salad or
local vegetables followed by dessert.
I discovered a certain weakness for cassava pie, a tasty traditional
treat drizzled with a raspberry dessert sauce.
The
sun made brief appearances in-between the raging storms that cycled through the
tropics that week, allowing us to make visits to the local village across the
lagoon and stroll along the many trackless beaches. When the conditions allowed,
we hailed a boat to surf Namo beach, an area protected from the winter winds.
Being the only two people there, my husband and I enjoyed trading waves
and nibbling on fresh coconut while we lounged on the pale sandy shore.
Apparently the best time to visit Nagigia is May and November, when
the winds stay calm and rain is rare. Although disappointed with the turn
of the weather, our days of beachcombing, hiking, and lounging island-style
intermixed with a few days of good surf made the trip worthwhile.
Gathering on the dock for our departure, we were hugged and helped down to the
boat by our smiling Fijian hosts. With our promises to visit again someday
expressed with earnest, the group began to sing, wishing us safe voyage with
their words. Pushing off from the dock, we waved to our caretakers until
they were lost from sight, the big blue ocean taking us away into the windy
sunshine.
----SIDEBAR-----
Check out Nagigia's “wave of the day” photos at www.fijisurf.com. A
private bure costs $100 per night and
the meals are an additional $26 per person. Solo visitors can share a bure
for $77 per night or sleep in the King Kong Dormitory for $57 per night. The
$20 surf transfers per day are unlimited, allowing you to keep your day’s
plans flexible. Recently Nagigia
Island Resort added a high-speed internet system, giving them the fastest
connection in