We hopped to the north end of Yalobi Bay after a few days hanging out near the village hoping the anchorage there would be less exposed the easterly swell that had caused us a few unsettled nights.
The anchorage was slightly calmer, but the real attraction was the view. Waya Island has the highest peaks of any island in the Yasawas and the most dramatic silhouette of any island we have visited since leaving French Polynesia.
Dominic and Dad measured the height of the peaks using triangulation. Mom and I spent long afternoons on the paddle board, and the reef around the eastern lobe offered an excellent few dives. We spent entire days watching the light alter the appearance of the landscape, the western mountains glowing pink in the morning, the golden light casting sharp shadows in the evening.