Oh Fiji. I have a deficit of words to describe you. Overwhelmingly friendly (the bula spirit!), gorgeous, lush, blissful, hot, so hot and humid, delicious, incredible, deeply relaxing – all seem to fall short. We were in Fiji for just five days, staying first in Nadi (pronounced “Nan-di”) at the Sofitel, and then on Malolo Island in the Mamanuca archipelago at the truly indescribable Likuliku Lagoon Resort. (I wasn’t kidding about the luxury portion.) If you have the time, inclination, and yes money, I cannot recommend it more highly. This was a huge splurge for us, but we justified it as our birthday present to each other, being there for Jacob’s 30th and my 29th.
The staff greeted us by name with a refreshing passionfruit cocktail and chilled, dreamily scented towels, wished Jacob happy birthday and brought us immediately in for lunch. The sweet servers already knew all our strange allergies, and had designed special menus for us. As you will see, there was much eating. Meals consisted of personally selected amuse bouche, appetizer, main, and dessert. For each of us. Breakfast included a bounty of fresh fruit, pastries, cereals, whole green coconuts, and diy juice (amazing), as well as an à la carte breakfast of your choice. I know… Our first night was also Jacob’s birthday and he was presented with a personal cake while being serenaded by the full throated, grinning staff. This on top of the full Lovo feast.
Our sweet bure had both an indoor and outdoor shower, his and hers sinks and mirrors with appropriate bath products, a little sitting area, a small deck, and an attached, covered nest (my favorite). The lagoon stretched out directly before us, complete with a teaming coral reef and soft, white sand beach.
When were weren’t eating we were either floating in the infinity pool, snorkeling (see if you can spy our mask marks), paddle-boarding, lounging in our nest, or relaxing at the jetty island bar thinking about eating. It only rained once, a true deluge, but conveniently this coincided perfectly with our couples massage. Rough life, eh?