There is only one flight a week from Tahiti to Easter Island and it’s at 02.55. Yes, in the morning. We returned to the airport after an evening that even the locals thought was hot and humid.
Easter Island is 5 hours ahead of Tahiti, so we arrived in the middle of the afternoon. We were greeted at the airport with free insect repellent! This has proved very effective though we suspect it is more for the benefit of the islanders than us.
So, just time at the end of the day to walk down from our hotel to the harbour to see our first moai (as the famous figures are called) as well as a visiting turtle.
Our second two island day – we are aware that this is a holiday if a life-time and the two centres gives the illusion of two days.
Caught a 10 minute flight to Tahiti – we six passengers unanimously followed the Air Hostesses advice to swap to the right hand seats for a better view: love Air Tahiti!
Our third “Intercontinental” stop, for transit for our 0255 flight to Easter Island. Swimming amongst the fish in the lagoon.
This morning we went kayaking and viewed the beautiful coral reef.
Then a light lunch shared from the excellent Carte Vegetarienne.
We drank Argentine, Tierra de Luna – Shiraz/Malbec 2013 at dinner, and for those of you of a certain age, it tasted just like Black Forest gateau! (It was delicious)
We visited the amazing Turtle sanctuary and clinic run by a vet and dedicated volunteers
On the way I had accidentally disturbed a large land crab, which rested up its claws and gave me quite a fright.
In the evening we went out very locally to the low key but hospitable Les Tipaniers, http://www.lestipaniers.com/en/th_portfolio/restaurant_and_bar/ complete with a trio of musicians including le chanteur, ukulele and spoons players!
In the evening we couldn’t resist a trip to the Holy Steak House, which unlike the previous evening’s venue did not purport (misleadingly) to be veggie friendly but turned out to have several excellent veggie choices, so the cow festooned in the Santa hat remained safe!
Chickens wandering around the beach bar at the Intercontinental Moorea Resort.
We were serenaded from the hotel to the boat for the airport, and flew to Moorea, pronounced Mo’orea.
We returned to The Lucky House https://www.tripadvisor.fr/Restaurant_Review-g669130-d3826048-Reviews-The_Lucky_House_Fare_Manuia-Vaitape_Bora_Bora_Society_Islands.html
and we shared the crispy garlicky pizza & I had a dip in the pool whilst waiting for it; a different meaning to a pool bar!
In the evening we caught a ride to the Yacht club, where we saw a ray off the deck. Unfortunately there was no regular vegetarian option and Peter regretted the Mahi Mahi with vanilla sauce; at least P regretted experimenting with vanilla sauce.
Glass table; which can be opened; through which to feed fish; in our room
Local Labrador in the Pacific
View from the bar
Guest blogger – Peter
I have been invited to be the guest blogger today. For those who don’t know me, I’m the chap in the Panama hat in the photos. (I find this helps to easily distinguish me as an English tourist.)
Our daughter thinks that “Bora Bora is for those who have done their adventuring”. To be fair it’s probably not ever going to be a backpacker destination. For one thing, everything here is frighteningly expensive – most food has to be imported and some of it is clearly from France, especially the wine (excellent, naturally).
But it is incredibly beautiful with densely forested volcanic peaks, white coral sands and turquoise waters. We’re staying in an over-water bungalow with an idyllic view across the lagoon. Inside, there’s a glass table over a hole in the floor so you can see the fish below. And the glass slides back so you can feed them. (Who thought of that?) There are a number of species including a large blue bottom dweller, little black and white stripy ones and a pipefish which swam up along the surface last night.
So, not a very adventurous day, I suppose, with a stroll along the beach, a beer in a beach café, a quick dip in the pool and dinner at the Lucky House (https://www.facebook.com/Theluckyhouse.fare/) just outside the hotel – excellent pizza from a wood-fired oven with French quantities of garlic! But after visiting Angkor Wat, Shark Bay and Uluru in quick succession followed by six flights, I think that’s probably enough adventure for one day!
We had a very early arrival in Auckland; I hadn’t slept since the day before yesterday, and hauled up in a quiet-ish corner – too tired for words for the Day 12 blog; but even from the airport we could reminisce about the NZ scenery and our Christmas 2006 stay with the Stradling clan.
We crossed the International Date line from Wednesday to Tuesday (again) whilst we luxuriated across ” seats with NZ “can-do” foot attachments that opened into a full-size bed aka “Sky couch” in a sparsely occupied economy!
Transferred between planes at Papeeté; Tahiti for Bora Bora – perhaps the only airport besides the sea where one then transfers via powerboat to one’s accommodation? We’re at the Intercontinental Le Moana; Matira Point. https://www.ihg.com/intercontinental/hotels/gb/en/bora-bora/bobpf/hoteldetail
So strange to FacTime the girls from Auckland Wednesday before they were asleep (school was “boring”) their Tuesday evening; then after our Tuesday evening supper; before they went to school their Wednesday (school will be “boring”) over our Tuesday (again) breakfast. There are far worse places than to have a Ground Hog Day experience!
Caught shuttle towards Ewing Look Out, and as we hadn’t had the foresight to ask the driver to take us there, missed our stop and took an unexpected bush walk! Then, ironically, we arrived at precisely the moment the next shuttle arrived and the driver promised to collect us 30 minutes later…
Once more we were the oldest members of the gathering (there is a theme emerging here), watching the amazing sunset over Uluru and the Kata Tjuta mts.
We waited as absolute darkness fell and donned “”Eddie” my head-torch to take an unplanned night bush-trek back to our hotel (Sails in the Desert). Peter says he’ll never tease me about my commitment to head-torches again!