In my younger years, before boyfriend, I went on my first overseas trip to Fiji. I was so excited to be finally going overseas, it was a massive dream. While I am a well-traveled individual now, at 20 going overseas for the first time, I was a bit of a late starter, in comparison to my friends. I was going with one girl friend & we were going to spend 10 days in Fiji, 5 on a Beachcomber island and 5 on the main island at a resort. The first 5 days were apparently going to be spent on the party island.
When we got there, the party island, was tiny, you could walk around the whole thing in about 10 minutes. People only spent one or two days there & they all slept in backpacker style accommodation however my friend & had a room with a private bathroom. For being in our early 20’s, we probably should’ve been in the share accommodation, it might’ve been more fun, however people we met, called us snobs & rich because we had a private bathroom.
One night at the bar we made friends with two other chicks from Sydney, we also met a guy from Canada, a guy from Germany & a guy from Switzerland. We were all drinking way too much & ended up doing some shots. My friend & I somehow even got behind the bar to take a photo with the bartenders.
I started cosying up with Swiss (as we all started to call him – I don’t know how real name) & my friend with a German guy. I don’t really remember how things happen but I ended up back in my room with Swiss & we start kissing & have sex, before my friend comes knocking on the door to come in with the German guy. Swiss & I leave the room & head to the tennis courts. I’m not sure why we gave up the room, but we did. We try to have sex on the tennis courts but I get sore knees (hahaha) so we retreat back to closer to the room, where we find a hammock. We fool around & have sex in the hammock before just lying there under the stars of Fiji.
The next day, Swiss is off the island & I am extremely hungover. He says he’ll keep in touch but this is actually before the days of Facebook so I never hear or see him again, nor do I try to contact him – not that I would know how anyway. But it was nice to have a summer romance & literally weeks after that encounter, I end up with Boyfriend & in a relationship. I had everything I ever wanted, so I didn’t worry about the boy I fucked in Fiji. But now I kind of wonder what it would be like if I met someone like that now days, with Facebook.
Oh actually, hang on….