September 28

Under the direction of Elder Jackson who is a "play guy", the seniors drove out to The Pearl Resort.  We had chartered a boat that would take us about a mile out to a reef and those that wanted to snorkel could.

It was a lovely boat with a canopy over the upstairs deck and a lovely downstairs deck.  I had brought stuff to read and study on the boat while waiting for those who were snorkeling, because I still can not get my leg wet.  As we were waiting to leave,  I stood on the shoreline and watched the ocean.  Big waves.  The longer I watched the bigger the waves seemed to get.  Standing there I realized that I would not be able to study because of the waves.  After some agonizing, I asked Scott if it would be alright if I did not go.  He was so good about it.  He just went and asked for the money back for my ticket.

Scott on the Top Deck Making Friends

The Boat Leaving Me Behind

After the boat left, I felt guilty.  Silly really, but there it is. I found a quiet place and sat down to study, but found that I just could not concentrate, so I moved upstairs to the lobby where three Fijian men were singing, pulled out the novel I brought, and spent the next two hours thoroughly relaxing.  I love the way Fijians sing American music.  Even when it is rock music it is soothing.  Just another indication that Fijians are really a happy, relaxed people.

When the boat came back, Sisters Jackson and Christiansen told me that the ride was really rough.  Rough enough to make them nauseated. In fact, some of the other passengers lost their breakfasts.  I am so glad I did not go.

Lunch and the drive back was fun.