Rugged, remote and more dramatic than the sugardrop islands of the Mamanucas, the mighty Yasawas were once off-limits to all but those determined to play out their
Robinson Crusoe fantasies. Today, ferries, cruise ships and seaplanes make daily deposits of sun-and-fun-seekers keen to explore both its looming landscapes and
eminently diveable depths. The chain is composed of 20 or so sparsely populated and surprisingly barren islands. There are no roads, cars, banks or shops, and most of the
locals live in small remote villages.
While the majority of the Yasawas’ beaches are uniformly divine, the accommodation varies dramatically: a bure could be anything from a basic hut to an upmarket villa
with an outdoor shower. The accommodation on offer now attracts families and well-heeled couples to what was once the sole stomping ground of backpackers. Whatever
the budget, it doesn’t take long for guests to fall into ‘Fiji time’, where two snorkels and a bash on the volleyball court constitutes a busy day at the beach.