• Travel

    Finding our sea legs: an AirBnb in Fiji

    ‘Well,’ says my husband Will in a laboured voice. ‘I think we’re done for. We’re going to have to decide who we kill and cook first, we don’t have another choice.’ ‘Oh it’s Jess obviously,’ Elly responds instantly, wiping sweat off her brow. Pete, crammed in under the makeshift shelter by her side nods in agreement. ‘Yes she’s clearly the weakest link,’ Will agrees. All three heads turn towards me in hungry anticipation. I stare straight ahead, pushing aside the brittle palm fronds that are shading us from the sweltering midday sun so I can see the sea one last time. There, in the distance, is a boat. Relief washes…