Explorers of the World

Today started grey again,

The wind and rain were strong over night, the beach showed the after-effects, sun loungers in the sea, cushions everywhere – the beach hut team were fishing furniture out of the lagoon. The weather in the Pacific doesn’t do things by halves.

The fish put on a good show at breakfast time for our final morning on Bora Bora, plenty of leaping and fighting for the bread scraps thrown their way.

We finished packing and showered, 11:00 check-out soon came round. We went back to the turtle centre, they were clearing up after the night before as well – one of the resort’s electric vehicle had managed to fall into the turtle’s lagoon, it had been removing a lot of debris from the beach, this was now in the lagoon and the staff were trying to remove it.

I bought a t-shirt from their shop – all for a good cause. I’m in good company – on the wall they have pictures of previous visitors including Dolph Lundgren and John Travolta.

We had a last look in the gift shop and decided we didn’t need Tahiti themed shot glasses, glasses cases, phone covers or loud shirts. It was soon time for the airport transfer, when we arrived there was a ukulele serenade, sunshine and floral bouquets – leaving was a lot lower key.

The plane left a few minutes late because the paper work wasn’t complete, as we climber over the ocean we finally go to see Bora Bora from above, even on a grey day its an impressive site. We’re soon over Tahaa again, we could see the channel where we’d snorkelled a few days before. This felt like a proper flight, about 45 minutes back to Tahiti. As we start to descend we can see the island bought by Marlon Brando after he filmed Mutiny on the Bounty in Moorea. It was sold by his estate soon after his death and is now a luxury resort. His wish had been to keep it simple and unspoilt, it doesn’t appear that this has been strictly keep to.

We had a good view of Papeete, the capital of Tahiti, as we landed. Its larger than we’d expected with quite a large water front and container port.

Its a short drive from the airport to our final hotel in French Polynesia. The Intercontinental is supposed to be one of the best hotels on the island – a destination in itself according to Lonely Planet – but it leaves us cold, very large and impersonal, the room is okay but the worst we’ve had so far. To make things worse we can see Moorea where we started two weeks ago a few miles across the water.

We wandered round the hotel, at the far end of the complex there are two giant ‘footprints’ in the rocks in the sea, this is where legend tells that a mountain in Moorea was saved from being stolen by a giant throwing a spear from Tahiti.

We spent a pleasurable hour re-arranging our luggage to meet Air New Zealand’s strict baggage policies then had dinner.

Obviously the poor weather hasn’t helped our impressions over the last few days but we’ve concluded that 4 and 5 star luxury hotels aren’t really for us – we were much more at home in Raitea, just fifteen rooms, very friendly, much better food too – for vegetarians at least.

 

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Woke around 6:30. The sky was heavy and grey – this is bad news, today was supposed to be our helicopter flight over Bora Bora and one of the neighbouring islands. Lonely Planet describes the view from the helicopter as so beautiful it will bring tears to your eyes. About 15 years ago, Florence sent me a link to a picture of this view. I’d heard of Bora Bora but never knew it looked quite so incredible. 15 Years later and we’re finally here. We’ve been lucky with the weather so far on this leg of the trip but here, in Bora Bora, our luck has run out. This island seems to have a micro-climate of its own; the day before we came here we enjoyed a sunny day for our day out on the sea round Tahaa. Bora Bora, only 10 miles away, had a day of rain and wind. I went to the concierge desk early to get the expected bad news, the helicopter company was on the phone while I was there – no flights today! There’s a chance for tomorrow though.

We had plenty of time for a leisurely breakfast, making the most of the fruit, pastries and espresso machine. As we ate, the weather got slowly worse. The rain poured down, we could hardly see the fish in the lagoon because of the wind and rain on the water. We did notice a fish nursery, one large fish brought about 20 little ones over to the restaurant area, presumably to show them where the best food is. When you throw some bread in the water for them, the fish all start moving well before it hits the water, we assumed this is because they’re used to watching for insects from under the surface.

We made a dash for our room and re-planned our day’s activities, what to do if it rained and what to do if and when it cleared. I phoned home to catch up on the news from London – sounded like the weather was better there – for once.

The morning passed with a bit of reading and some research for the next leg of our travels.

It’s soon lunchtime. We wandered over to the bar and shared a sandwich and a couple of juices. A large group had just arrived, apparently straight from their international flight – they’re all wearing long trousers which looks surprisingly unusual.

At 2:00pm, we’d booked a couple of eco-activities for an hour. Florence was planting baby coral in the coral nursery and I was spending an hour in the Turtle hospital. Pieces of coral that have broken off from reefs but are still alive are collected and mounted in small plastic cups then initially planted within the lagoon. They hopefully grow slowly into a larger piece of coral that can be moved to more open water elsewhere around the site. It’s quite a new project and they’re learning all the time how to improve survival and growth rates.

I start my time helping to clean the shells of a few of the turtles with a toothbrush. In the ocean, this would be done by small fish while the turtles sleep but here it’s done by hand. I was told that it’s quite a boring part of the job so they came up with the idea of charging tourists to do it for them; I think this is quite near the truth for them but it fascinating to be this close to animals we’ve only seen in the distance before. The turtles have suffered a variety of injuries and illnesses; one has lost a flipper after getting caught in fishing net and she is re-learning to swim, one was shot with a spear gun which pierced her shell and neck and while she was injured, she was attacked by sharks who took a number of bites out of her tail area. Even quite a small turtle, about 50 cm long, weighs 30kg or more, and they’re strong so it takes some effort to hold them still while we scrub. Each day, one of the turtles spends a few hours in a small enclosure to get used to swimming again, the highlight of my time is the opportunity to swim with them. The enclosure is about 60m long, with pipes to the ocean at one end so fish can come and go and the water is kept fresh. The turtle clearly relished its relative freedom, speeding up and down far faster than me, the only way to see her was to stay still and wait for her to speed past. While waiting for her to appear I was shown a moray eel hiding among the rocks at the bottom.

Back to the room for a shower. We have an hour to spare until our next activity – a long massage. Florence has chosen a salt body scrub followed by a massage, I selected an 80 minute Polynesian massage. This involves continuous movement by the masseur invoking the feeling of waves. The massage room was over the water so we could hear the waves outside, there was some gentle background ukelele music too. It was very relaxing – yes we can be even more relaxed.

The hotel had taken measures against the weather, the outside bar and restaurant were closed and as much as possible has been moved away from the beach. It was cocktail hour but no sunset to accompany it tonight. We called in at the concierge desk – no helicopter flights tomorrow either; we’ll just have to come back and do it.

We woke up to an overcast sky and made our way to breakfast. Andy was happy to find a great selection of fruit and a ‘proper’ coffee machine and proceeded to treat himself to an expresso. We got seats right by the lagoon and saw an incredible variety of fish (including some new ones). People happily chucked bits of food in the water and the fish all rushed to nibble it.

After breakfast, we explored the other side of the complex, and found lots of fish in the protected lagoon (this is where they take the turtles for a swim in the afternoon).

At 10:30am, we headed for the museum for a brief talk about safety around the turtles. We then went to the turtle hospital. Here, they look after turtles rescued from poachers, turtles with fishing net related injuries, and baby turtles. These were very cute and they were given to the hospital as eggs as their mother had been killed by a poacher. It is illegal to kill turtles but there is a demand for the meat and so the money means that some are ready to take the risk. In front of each turtle there’s a lunchbox containing fish, shrimps and squid bits which you feed to the turtles. You’re not allowed to touch them or make them eat out of the water, you need to drop the food in the water and they get it. They gave me a latex glove, and even with the glove on I can’t say that I particularly enjoyed picking up the fish and the squid but I got to feed turtles. Each afternoon, one of the turtles gets to go for a swim. The only reason it’s only one of them is that they are quite territorial and the protected lagoon is not that big. Most of the turtles we saw are green turtles, with the exception of one hawksbill sea turtle (these are critically endangered).

We played pétanque and I won; I should stick to Scrabble and pétanque from now on.

With the weather showing no signs of improving, we decided to go swimming – first in the two swimming pools, then the mini jacuzzi, then the ocean and finally the non-protected lagoon. All along, it was just us. A few Americans congregated around the pool bar looked at us weirdly.

Back in our bungalow, we saw fish underneath our glass floor so we decided to go snorkelling. Andy saw a number of fish. I didn’t see anything, but as I removed my mask and got back on our steps, a small ray went past.

We both expressed surprise that it was already 2:30pm – island time again.

Thunder and heavy rain. We spent the afternoon indoors, deleted some photos, researched our next destination and watched the final episode of Apple Tree Yard.

We were close to getting cabin fever when the rain eased off so I sent Andy out for a walk. And when the sky cleared, we had a beautiful sunset and of course, an iridescent cloud (our third in three days; they are a thing!).

On the way back to our cabin, we decided to pay a visit to the Miki Miki bar, sat on the terrace and ordered Tiki Miki (Manao white rum, Avatea dark rum, pimm’s, passion fruit juice, mango juice and ginger cordial).

Andy was ordering room service (not sure what we’re having, I just heard the words Pinot Noir) when there was a knock on the door – my missing laundry, which arrived on Air Tahiti flight VT241.

On fish watching duty, I switched on the underwater lights beneath the bungalow and spotted three large fish right under our glass floor. We were just about to leave to go and see the Polynesian show on the beach when a school of fish came by. We were watching them, lying on the bed, with our heads towards the glass floor, when a reef shark swam past.

We woke up to the light switching itself on in the room. There is a timer, connected to the fan but neither of us had used this so it’s a bit of a mystery.

We went down to breakfast early and it was lovely to be able to have the space all to ourselves. It’s a great hotel with great staff and we’re sorry to be leaving it.

We left for the airport an hour before our flight; the journey took about fifteen minutes. Another airport, another chicken. No one seems that bothered that chickens are roaming free in the ‘terminals’ here. We checked in, boarded our flight and ten minutes later we were in Bora Bora, the ‘Pearl of the Pacific’.

We’re the only ones from the plane going to our hotel, so we got the boat transfer to ourselves.

They had bad weather here yesterday. Today, with the sun shining, it is as if someone’s turned the colour monitor up. It’s insane.

Arriving at the dock, there is a happy chap playing the ukulele… just for us 🙂

Our hostess showed us around the complex. It’s all very different here – Le Meridien is a five star hotel. It is busy, mostly with French and American tourists, here to be seen. We looked slightly shabby in comparison. The staff are very friendly but it is a little more impersonal (in our last two hotels, we never had to give our room numbers). We signed up to a loyalty scheme which will give us 10% off food in the restaurants in the evening. There are two restaurants and two bars on site; we’re told we need to book for dinner!!!

We explored further on our own. There is a shop selling souvenirs (beer mat anyone?); a pearl shop and an activity desk. We looked at the options on offer and booked a couple of activities for the forthcoming days. My credit card’s now feeling a little sorry for itself.

As our room wasn’t ready, we sat near the beach. A great place for people watching. There was a man sitting on a deckchair by the beach playing with his drone. Hammocks and rattan sun pods scattered about – I suspect these get snatched early in the morning.

Our room… is a private overwater bungalow. We have a dressing room. We have a bath! I don’t know when I last saw a bath. We have a glass floor and in theory we should see fish, but maybe due to yesterday’s weather, the water’s a bit choppy and not that clear today. Let’s hope things improve over the next few days. We have a sun deck and steps to the ocean. We have a spectacular view of the island’s iconic square-topped peak.

We had a quick swim, and ordered room service. We’re having an early dinner, so we shared a mozzarella and tomato salad. Andy got himself a pineapple juice; I ordered a glass of Chablis.

We spent the afternoon swimming straight from our deck, and drying out on our deck chairs. A tern flew by a few times, his under-wings picking up that incredible turquoise colour from the sea. That same turquoise colour that I’m looking at from my ‘working desk’.

We walked along the beach on our way to dinner. No idea where everybody was – just us on the beach… and an iridescent cloud.

We’ve only been here a few hours but Bora Bora? The verdict is out.

Another very nice breakfast this morning, set us up well for our another day in and on the water.

Our trip began at 9:00 at the end of the hotel pier, 12 people from the hotel on the trip, fortunately the boat is big enough to fit us all in. The plan for the day is go around the neighbouring island – Tahaa – and stop at at a few places on the way.

First stop is a pearl farm. The farming process is explained to us and we’re shown examples of many sizes and qualities of pearls. Polynesian pearls are darker shades than normal: greys, greens and purples. They are very beautiful but is the process wholly ethical? I’m not convinced. An aged and lazy cat occupied two of the seats in the room where we’re shown the pearls. It showed no sign of wanting to give up its comfortable position for a few visitors.

After speeding along The coast of the island to the top end, we stopped at a channel between two motus for a snorkel. The current through the channel was strong and fast so we headed for the beach, walked to the top of the channel and drifted back. The water was beautifully clear and there were lots of fish and corals to see but the current was too strong to stop and look at anything. A few of us ended up with scratches from the coral because it was hard to stay in control. At the end of the underwater roller-coaster, we were offered the chance to start again. Most people declined and stayed in the shallows. There was still a lot to see here and it was much easier to stop and enjoy the view. I saw another four or five fish I hadn’t seen before – one had a long pink nose – but the highlight was a school of brightly coloured butterfly fish that swam round and round me – they seemed inquisitive, coming right up to my mask and camera – an amazing experience. One feisty little black fish wanted to nibble my feet.

Tahaa is much less developed than most of the islands in the area, there is one road around part of the coast. The interior is completely undeveloped. Any accommodation is right down on the water level. There is only one substantial hotel, a very upmarket Relais & Chateaux, as we passed a helicopter took off from its landing pad and headed off towards Bora Bora.

We stopped on a motu for lunch. The island is owned by an extended family who have divided it up amongst themselves. Some parts are inhabited all the time; some just for weekends; our part had a couple of cabins for overnight stays and some tables and chairs for lunch. The message about our vegetarian food hadn’t got through again so we had a choice of bread, rice and coconut cake. Lunch was leisurely, the rest of the group were mainly French so have a different approach to smoking at the table. We ate our rations quickly and went to look at the stingray hospital that nurses injured animals back to fitness. We spotted a strange rainbow coloured cloud above Tahaa. We’d never seen anything like it, neither had our captain, Julian. Wikipedia later told us it’s an irridescent cloud and not that unusual.

Final stop was a vanilla plantation. 99% of the world’s vanilla comes from Madagascar but Polynesia contributes a small part of the remaining 1%. I had my own guide in English who explained that yields had been falling over the past few years because of climate change. The vanilla flowers in winter when it’s sunny during the day and cool at night, without the flowers there are no beans. The changes in weather patterns have shortened the flowering season. Yields in the past have been as high as 300 tons per year, it’s now down to 16. Vanilla production is very labour intensive. The flowers are members of the orchid family and look very impressive but they have no smell so don’t attract bees and have to be polinated by hand. Once picked the pods are dried in the sun for 45 minutes a day then stored in wooden boxes. This is repeated daily for 3 months. Florence decided to stay on the boat and was entertained by local kids trying to outdo each other diving off the dock. I found a hibiscus flower with rich pink flowers and picked one to put behind Florence’s ear, to match the pink skirt she’s wearing today.

Back to the hotel around 4pm, time for our afternoon swim. We had been planning another bike ride but as we got ready there was a tropical downpour so we settled on a game of scrabble instead, the letters wouldn’t come out for me today and Florence won easily.

Finished the day with dinner and another bottle of Tahitian wine. There’s a lovely
pink wild ginger flower on the table.

Sometimes I look around me and can’t quite believe we’re here. I guess that’s the issue with flying; in Central America we travelled from A to B overland. In this case, I mean, how is it possible that places like this exist?

We had breakfast in the open-air restaurant, with the view of the ocean in the near distance. It’s early morning in February. It’s warm and sunny.

At 8:45am, our taxi arrives. Destination Uturoa, the second largest town in French Polynesia after Papeete in Tahiti. ‘Greater’ Uturoa has over 8,700 inhabitants. But we only glimpsed at the town. After a quick visit to the ATM and a rapid walk through the market (mostly fruit stalls), we boarded our boat for our half-day excursion.

We picked up another couple from a hotel on the other side of the island. It’s near a small fishing village, there are only four people staying at the hotel right now. Why go there? If it’s peace and quiet you’re after, this is the place to be. It is isolated. There are fewer people living on this side of the island. The rooms are gorgeous bungalows, colonial-style. I’d be quite tempted to stay here next time… but then again, I really like our lodge, and the food is very tasty.

Our first stop, and the one I had been looking forward to most was Taputapuātea. We docked and explored a number of marae and other structures. This was once considered the central temple and religious centre of Eastern Polynesia. Our captain and guide, Teva, was a mine of information.

Raiatea has much cultural and historical significance. It is believed to be the original birthplace of Polynesia, and is rich in ancient legends and temples. 

Raiatea means “faraway heaven”. Its original name – or mythical name – is Hawaiki, “the homeland”. It is thought that this is where the great Polynesian migration began towards Hawaii, Easter Island and New Zealand. Rocks from the site were taken to establish marae in these new islands.

The migration was only made possible when five kings came together in Taputapuātea to sign a peace treaty. This brought about a period of prosperity and new possibilities.

The site is believed to be the final resting place for the spirits of the ancestors and archaeological research was stopped so they would not be disturbed. 

One structure has a gruesome past. This is where enemies were skinned – grated on the rocks. This would deprive them of their identity, which they wore on their body; the ink telling were they were from, how many battles they had been in, how many they had killed.

And this is something that is still very much evident today. Men and women have intricate geometrical and ancestral tattoos. Men are generally topless; women wear bright floral dresses and most sport a flower behind their ear.

One thing we didn’t quite appreciate when we planned this leg of the trip is how big French Polynesia is. Surface wise, it’s as big as Western Europe. The ring road in Raiatea is 100 kms (too much for us to cycle!). A flight from Tahiti to one of the remote islands in the Gambier archipelago takes 3.5 hours.

Next, we sailed into the Faaroa bay and up the Faaroa river. This is the only navigable river in French Polynesia. The landscape’s instantly different. It felt like being on the Amazon. Lush vegetation around us; a small passageway… a real sense of adventure. We only went up for three miles, after this, the river narrows down further and goes up steeply. Our boat’s not meant for this type of adventure. The hotel manager had suggested we canoed up the rest of it to reach the waterfalls. We did well not to laugh in his face.

Leaving the river behind us, we headed straight for the Iriru motu. It is public and owned by the community; everyone has access to it. Most land in French Polynesia is private and you need permission to access it. Lunch for us was watermelon and we tried sugar apple. It’s like a ball with a thick rind with knobbly segments. It’s green, the flesh is fragrant and sweet and quite creamy (some people think it tastes like custard).

We walked around the motu; it afforded great views of Raiatea and Huanine. I went for a swim; a ray glided by.

Back at the hotel, I went for a quick swim in the pool. My (non-alcoholic) cocktail arrived, ‘L’île Sacrée’. Of course.

Andy made the mistake of asking me what we should be doing next. Without hesitation, I said ‘let’s canoe to the motu near the hotel’. In the hotel guide, it says it’s only 10 minutes away. We know we’re not very good at canoeing so we estimated 30 minutes. A few seconds into our journey, we ran into difficulty. The tide was low, which meant it was quite tricky to navigate around the corals. Once there, we walked around the motu which we mostly had to ourselves, and made the journey back. Let’s keep this simple: we are not canoe people.

After a welcome shower, we went to the bar and treated ourselves to a bottle of white wine from Tahiti. Yes, you read that right. Andy was doubtful. I had done a tiny bit of research and decided we should give it a go. Verdict: a good move! You can read about the vineyard here, and here are tasting notes.

The 6:00 alarm wasn’t welcome this morning. It had been raining overnight so it was warm and humid when we got up. Finished packing then breakfast before a 7:30 pickup for the airport for our next flight. Today, we were travelling to Raiatea, another short flight away. We got to the airport about 7:45; it took 5 minutes to check-in then a short wait until the plane arrived. We were soon boarded and on our way – it’s only a 15 minute flight this time. We were on the right of the plane so we saw Raiatea’s sister island – Ta’haa – as we landed. They share the same lagoon and were formed from the same volcano a few million years ago.

Our driver was waiting for us; she hugged us like long lost friends. We arrived at our new hotel – Raiatea Lodge – at about 8:45. It only took 1h15 door to door from our previous hotel – Air Tahiti are very efficient. The room is hay fever sufferers nightmare – there are flowers everywhere, it seemed a shame to sit anywhere and spoil them.

We decided to take it easy this morning – even more so than usual. We caught up with emails and the news, and wrote a frew diary pages. Florence wrote a list of all the things we wanted to do while we’re here. Soon enough it was lunchtime, we shared a tasty goat cheese salad and a couple of juices.

It might have been a lazy morning but the afternoon was all action! The hotel owner had recommended snorkelling off the end of the pier opposite the hotel. We found some fins and were soon in the water. There were plenty of fish to see. I’m sure we see new ones every time we go in the water. One stood out though – a long thin bright yellow one about 75cm long – it wasn’t at all bothered by us and let us get as close as we wanted – it appears to be Chinese Trumpet Fish.

We returned to the hotel for a quick dip in the pool before changing for our next adventure – another cycle ride. The bikes couldnt have been more different from Huahine; only one gear, back-pedal brakes and most importantly, comfortable saddles. The road’s flat and smooth with very little traffic so it was a very easy ride. We rode a few miles down the coast, crossing a couple of tree lined rivers that disappeared into the jungle. One house had a sign on it ‘A Vendre’ (For Sale). Florence slowed down to have a good look.

Once we’d returned the bikes and Florence had re-organised the bike racks so the same colours were all together, I got us a couple of beers to cool us down. It was soon time for sunset. The hotel looks out onto the lagoon and the sun was quickly sinking into the palm trees.

There are a number of boats along the coasts suspended in frames with a rope and some wheels to lower them in and out of the water. They look particulalry good silhouetted against the last of the light. The lagoon water is very smooth, the waves all break on the reef surrounding the islands, so the colours of the sky were perfectly reflected in the water.

There weren’t a lot of vegetarian options on the menu but the chef managed to put together a plate of vegetables for me that was very tasty. After all our exertions this afternoon we treated ourselves to caramelised banana profiteroles for dessert.

Good news. Florence’s missing laundry has turned up at our previous hotel and will – hopefully – be sent on to our next one.

We were in reception at 9:00am, waiting for one person to arrive from the airport. He had been caught in a snow storm in New York and after a convoluted route and four days, he arrived in Huahine to be re-united with his wife. The poor chap only had time to drop his luggage in reception, and we were off.

We had a half day tour of Huahine ahead of us. We would explore both Huahine Nui (Big Huahine) and Huahine Iti (Small Huahine) in a figure of eight – the two islands are separated by a narrow channel and connected by a bridge.

Just like the other Society Islands, Huahine has a beautiful lagoon surrounding a lush green interior.

Our guide, Manava, told us about Polynesian origins and migrations, some aspects of traditional Polynesian culture, religion on Huahine (in one village, there have eight different denominations) and Marae (temples). He talked about archaeological finds, explorers, missionaries, colonial France, flora, fauna, island formation and some aspects of life as it is today and he even speculated as to the future of the island. It was a non-stop flow of information… in just over four hours.

We visited a vanilla plantation, stopped to looked at a mangrove and learnt more about how they grow, observed a motu from a distance (a motu is a reef islet formed by broken coral and sand within an atoll). And then we stopped to look at the sacred blue-eyed eels from Faie. Weird things if you ask me.

Up to the Maroe belvedere, where we stopped for the obligatory photos. And then  on to the 400 year old fish traps (which we saw yesterday), some of which are still in use today. Our final stop was the Maeva Marae where we visited the museum, which we didn’t have time to do yesterday. The museum is in a fare potee (open traditional house). We learn that each temple was dedicated to one god – there was a fishing god and a sports god amongst others.

Huahine is a less visited island and yet, it is rumoured to be one of the most picturesque of all the Society Islands. Around 7,000 live on the island. Tourism is less developed here, and consequently, people live a more typical Polynesian lifestyle.

After the tour, we walked five minutes or so along the beach to Fare. This is the biggest ‘town’ on the island. There’s a total of four restaurants, a big supermarket… and not much else. We stopped for a late lunch at ‘Chez Guynette’ (our first choice had zero vegetarian options). By the jetty, we had our best view of the “Pregnant Woman” – every island finds character in the shape of their hills, and in Huahine, it’s a pregnant woman!

Fortified, we decided to check out the archeological site next to the hotel, the Tahu’ea Marae (that took fives minutes) and then we borrowed the Botanical and Historical Tour guide to the hotel’s garden. Initially, this was something to do… but we were soon impressed by the variety of plants and trees, including fruit trees: banana, mango, breadfruit, coconut, passion fruit and papaya. The guide also explained all the medicinal and nutritional properties. The trees are also used to make tools, canoes and the bark can be used to make clothing. And then, right in the middle of the complex, we have the earliest ceremonial marae identified so far in East Polynesia, dating back to 1,000 A.D. – the Vaitotia archeological site.

We finished the afternoon with our now traditional swim in the sea and the pool.

We were seating on our terrace with a Mai Tai cocktail (me) and a beer (Andy) when our laundry turned up. Please explain to me how we had to fill in a laundry form when we handed our clothes in this morning (this is the first time we’ve had to do this) and yet two items are missing (another first).

“Mum, I’ve got a sore throat”
“Why?”
“Because I’m a little ho(a)rse”

I stopped my bike and looked back at Andy. He was grinning. We’d just passed a horse and a foal. Had the sun gone to his head?

He’d slept in this morning. I watched a couple of programmes on the iPlayer to make space on my laptop.

By the time we got to breakfast at 9:00am, it was just the two of us and we had the pick of tables.

We then walked to the main road, and rented some bikes for the morning. The owner told us we were brave as it was going to be a hot day. I was keen to go bike riding as I’d been meaning to do so since the beginning of the trip but for one reason or another, it hadn’t happened.

The rental man traced a route for us. 15kms. Do-able we thought.

It started well. We cycled for a bit taking in residential homes – some with lovely lush gardens, others a bit more run down.

Our first stop was the archeological remains in Maeva, a seaside village where royalty used to live. Only ruins of temples remain now. There was no-one else there. We had a good look around but weren’t really sure what we were looking at. This didn’t bother us too much as we’ll be back tomorrow with an expert.

The red-roof church in the village begged us to stop and look at it. There’s a small cemetery on the other side of the road. The church itself was nothing to write home about – where are those over the top Santo Domingo churches when you need them?

Just along the road, we came across some old fishing traps – some still in use today.

Back on the road, we were starting to feel the heat, and so it was timely to come across Melanie’s gallery and café. I had a cold homemade lemonade and Andy indulged in an orange and chocolate chip ice-cream. We had a look in her gallery. There was some really nice stuff there but not very practical for us to take back. Melanie – originally from the States – has lived on the islands since 1999, and this would explain how she captures the colours and the life here so well.

Our next stop was only five minutes away – the derelict Sofitel hotel. We locked our bikes and jumped in the sea. The beach is stunning (there is no other way to describe it). The swim was more than welcome. We stayed for twenty minutes or so and reluctantly we had to continue on our journey; we’d only rented the bikes for four hours.

On the way back, we took a different road and came across another Marae. The road was more off-piste (read bumpy and full of potholes). One of the benefits was that there was some shade. And the houses on both sides of the track were definitely lived in by locals – all of them offering a friendly hello as we cycled past. Just across from the archeological site, we checked out the ocean. The colours were out of this world (it’s like living in a Velvia world this island!), and there was no one there, well… only one other person.

From then on, it became quite tough. I had a male bike (the lady’s one was being fixed today after someone had an issue with it yesterday) and the saddle wasn’t particularly comfortable. Eventually we came across the runway, and although that stretch of the journey was incredibly hot – no shade – it felt as if we were getting somewhere. We stopped off at the airport for a cooling drink. I took the opportunity to run my head under the cold tap.

When we returned the bikes, I asked about the Sofitel. It closed down a number of years ago now, as tourist numbers are low here. The business is for sale, but no one’s come forward yet. The spot is beautiful, and an eco-lodge would be perfect I think. Crowdfunding campaign anyone?

Back in the hotel, we cooled off with a swim in the sea – Andy went snorkeling for a bit and came across new types of fish – and then the pool.

We elected to spend some time on our terrace. The space is private, with lovely chairs and we have a couple of loungers too. Andy came back from the bar with two pints of Hinano Tahiti, and the beers were just what we needed. He’d also sorted the internet access (you have to pay for it here, and he got us twenty four hours).

On our way to dinner, we went to the hotel museum. It’s very small, and sits opposite reception. It tells the story of the people of French Polynesia and how they went off to explore new places and eventually settled in Hawaii and New Zealand. It also tells about the archeological finds around the hotel. The site is rich in history – we have two marae nearby and these settlements were the first ones on Huahine.

Dinner was excellent. We had a bottle of Bourgogne aligote, and our own secluded table by the pool… candle-lit. Our meal request had made its way to the chef – vegetables and rice in coconut cream and lime curry. Yummy.

Woke early again this morning, it’s our last morning on Moorea so I was probably sub-consciously trying to make the most of it. Florence had other ideas and slept a while longer.

Breakfast again had a good variety of fruit, followed by a cheese omelette today. Check-out is usually 11:00 but they kindly let us stay until our transport arrived. Nothing seemed to fit in the bags very well so packing took longer than it should have done. Plans to go for a cycle were abandoned in favour of a final swim in the pool.

By midday we were waiting in reception for our airport transfer to take us 5 miles down the road to the airport. The airport facilities were minimal – one shop and a food caravan outside – a roulotte; we ordered a mango juice and a coffee. It’s hot and humid this morning but there’s a slight breeze to keep it bearable.

The plane arrived and a few lucky people got off; about 10 of us got on and before we knew it, we were on our way. We could just see our resort out of the window as the plane climbed over the ocean. Today was a proper flight – almost twenty minutes long; we reached quite an altitude but there are some huge clouds towering high above us.

Our next island, Huahine, soon came into view in front of us. There are actually two islands within the lagoon split by a narrow channel between them. We’re soon on the ground, everything happened quickly and we were soon reunited with our bags and on our way to the hotel, the Matai Lapita Village. It’s an eco-friendly hotel. The bungalows are based on the design of Polynesian boat houses with very high pitched roofs. The decor is rustic but very nice. We soon settled in and took a walk round the grounds. The hotel doesn’t front the sea but has a lake in the middle with palm trees and water lilies all around it. Exploration completed, it was time for a swim firstly in the sea and then in the hotel pool. The sea was very flat; there were large waves breaking in the distance on the edge of the lagoon but there is nothing left of them by the time they reach the beach.

By now, it was getting close to cocktail hour so we had a quick shower and returned to the bar area to get a table with a good view of the sunset. Florence had a Mai Tai, I had a Margarita; Florence’s was the better choice. The sun sets over our next two destinations, Raiatea and Bora Bora, their mountainous outlines silhouetted by the sunset, just visible through the clouds.

After cocktails and sunset, we moved to the restaurant for dinner. There wasn’t much choice for vegetarians but they told us they could do any dish without the fish or meat for us. I settled on spinach cakes – surprisingly tasty. The hotel advertised a musical evening – ‘Special The King Tour’ – this turned out to be an Elvis impersonator with a cheesy keyboard. We agreed that if he played King Creole we’d get up and dance – he didn’t.