It has taken us a week to decide what to call it. Alana vetoed Shampoo Mohawks (which was timeless and totally sweet):
We've opted instead for Alana's Bill and Ted theme (less timeless, but slightly sweeter than the 'Poo'Hawks). This is an alternative to us bombarding you with group emails-you come here to read what we're doing at your leisure. But, as ironic as it has been, enough blogging about blogging.
We left Wellington on the 13th to catch our plane from Auckland the next day. Turned out, due to a mixture of the dateline and me being dumb, the plane didn't actually exist. So, after an extra night in Auckland we were off.
After spending 4 nights in French Polynesia, I can now confirm that it is great (the most expensive place on Earth, but great). We got to swim with sharks, dance with angry natives, and I even got to enjoy the local food poisoning.
Papeete, French Polynesia's capital, had been described by Lonely Planet and others as scummy. Lonely Planet and Others were right, but it wasn't even scummy enough to be remarkably scummy, just plain-regular scummy.
We stayed on the island of Moorea, a half-hour boat ride from Papeete:
...which you will all notice bears a striking resemblance to the Wu-Tang Clan's coat of arms:
We stayed in a bungalow right on the beach at the top-left edge of the 'W' in WU. Prices in French Polynesian are so expensive, and the conversion rates are kind of weird, so I ended up actually writing IOUs for the soul of my first-born child to pay for the accommodation.
Turns out sharks are just as scary as you always thought they were (they had terrifying manic grins), but lack the cunning and taste that I had thought they had. They failed to work out how helpless and delicious Alana, myself and some other tourists were when swimming with them, which was slightly offensive but mostly relieving.
Pictures:
1. Alana trying hard to be eaten
2. Me terrified of the puppy-like rays
Next stop: America.
6 comments:
Wu hoo - look out californeya-aye! But the knee action might be misinterpreted...
Check out the gazoongas on that lady in the bottom pic! Hubba hubba!
Nice Jack, this blog is read by our families... Bettylyn loves your comment.
The rays may look puppy-like Matt. The spirit of Steve Irwin would beg to differ however.
The whole time I had my arms across my chest in terror, Callan. I don't trust birds or fish, especially weird wobbly flat fish, with giant stingy tails barbs.
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