The Great Tahitian Adventure… and trek home

21 10 2011

Item’s I have learned today:
(for those new to the blog, I start every entry with some new bit of information I may have learned, whether that is a new word or some of other random thing I choose to share)

-It is rather hard to stay connected to the rest of the world while traveling, so please be patient. I will update this thing but it might take me a bit longer than usual.
– A shuttle in Tahiti is short for an overpriced taxi cab
– They don’t have traffic signals in Tahiti.. at all… NONE. It’s terrifying enough in car, but pretty much what horror is made of when you have to walk across a street!
-Even when the weather is considered “cold” in Tahiti, it is still absolutely beautiful
-That if you are surrounded by cute stray cats on a remote island, no matter how adorable they are or how much they meow, you should not feed them! Unless of course you want to get scratched.. ahem LIZ.

The Culprit

The Culprit


-Tahitian tour companies will take your money with out informing you that your transportation may or may not be on strike, and that you may or may not have to swim 5k’s to get back to the island you are staying on. (I am dead serious by the way)
Tahiti - evening

Tahiti - evening

A busy day

A busy day - keeping up with my public


So Liz (my old flat mate from Melbourne and good friend) arrived in Tahiti late on Saturday night. Sunday we spent the day pretty much doing absolutely NOTHING, which was fantastic.

Liz and I

Liz and I


We migrated down to the pool, read some books, had some cocktails, took some photo’s and went in the water. That was the extent of our Sunday activity, although we did manage to walk about a block away from the hotel to get some food from the food car/trucks that were parked down the street. Extremely adventurous I know.

I don't think this picture accurately reflects the "cross walk" - it was f'ing scary!

I don't think this picture accurately reflects the "cross walk" - it was f'ing scary!

Monday we decided we should branch out more than 100 feet away from the hotel, so we hired a “shuttle” to the city. Now tahiti as a whole was absolutely beautiful, but the “city” in particular wasn’t all that amazing. We made our way around the gift shops, pearl stores, and fruit and oil markets to grab lunch. Not being all to keen to shop, I was sort of over the city in the first 30 minutes. I successfully crossed a street with no stop lights with out having a heart attack. Mind you, I pretty much used Liz as a human shield and whined and resisted the whole time (which I’m sure Liz LOVED), but I did survive! After wandering around for a few hours we made “shuttled” back to the hotel where Liz exercised and I slept (go figure).

My version of working out

My version of working out


On the ferry to Moorea - there were no problems GETTING there

On the ferry to Moorea - there were no problems GETTING there

Tuesday we decided to do a day tour and booked a trip to another island just 15 minutes away called Moorea. Moorea means “yellow lizard.” We left at 6:15am. AWESOME. But considering my jet lag is the exact opposite of most, I was awake and ready to face the day about 45 minutes before that.
Liz and I got ready, she crammed in a continental breakfast in all of 5 minutes and then it was off to the ferry.
Now our first waiting point was at the ferry.. followed shortly by a hotel where we then had to wait another 45 minutes for another boat. Liz was THRILLED.. obviously. Look at her and all of her joy.

Liz  - ecstatic about our wait

Liz - ecstatic about our wait


When the second boat finally came and picked us up we were off, with Sickie as our captain and Henry as our videographer. I couldn’t really tell you all that much as it was hard to hear whatever the hell Sickie was saying (and I am sure that I am also probably butchering the way his name is spelled), but i do know that we were picked up in Cook’s Bay and that we sailed passed “Magic Mountain” (which is apparently a private area where it costs $2000 a night to stay in a hut). Pictures follow.

Cooks Bay... I think?

Cooks Bay... I think?


Used in the filming of "South Pacific"

Used in the filming of "South Pacific"


Moorea

Moorea


One of my Summer Homes.... :)

One of my Summer Homes.... 🙂


We made a stop to feed the sharks and pet the sting rays. Now the sting rays are extremely cute and really elegant looking, but they are slippery little f*cks that I found a bit to friendly.

We made it in the water

We made it in the water


The minute you are in the water its kissy time for them. Sickie (our guide) loved this and enjoyed not only licking them numerous times but making sure they accosted each and everyone of us.

See the approach..

See the approach..


Liz, Henry, Sickie,  and the sting rays

Liz, Henry, Sickie, and the sting rays

Slimy little bastards, uh I mean they were sooo cute and I LOVED them :/

Slimy little bastards, uh I mean they were sooo cute and I LOVED them :/


I touched a few, screamed a bit and made it out of the water in about 10 minutes flat. I am obviously a true dare devil. Needless to say I watched the “shark feeding” from the comfort of the boat.
sharks

sharks


We ended up at our own “motu” which is a small island where we had a Tahitian BBQ lunch. The food was delicious, the company was excellent, the starving cute kitties on the island however were a bit sad.

On our Motu

On our Motu


The Motu

The Motu


After lunch they gave us an hour to “snorkle” but considering everyone had just stuffed themselves, we ended up just chilling on the beach.
Now here comes the kicker, about 30 seconds before our “how to peal a coconut” demonstration, Sickie informs us that their are no more boats to the island but that we can fly. Wait, what?? And apparently it’s going to be at our own expense. Well that is exactly what cheap-ass Maria wants to hear, especially since I am trying to spend as little as I can so I don’t have to live off of top ramen when I get to New Zealand.

Apparently the ferry staff were striking because of the increasing price of petrol. It had been covered in all of the local media, but being retarded and again.. only speaking english, I had some how managed to miss any indication of this.

So our lagoon tour ends and we get shuttled off in a bus to the airport, we are told by our driver that the our ferry ticket will be accepted.. yeah, ok. I’m already QUITE skeptical. The driver abandons us at the airport. We wait in line to then be told that we have to pay and that there is only ONE SEAT left on the last plane that day. WTF. Ok, this is ridiulous already, but Liz and my flight is at 7am the next day. WHAT THE HELL.

After I freak out and go chain smoke, I come back to find that Liz has some how coordinated to have the tour company come back, shuttle us off to the ferry. Liz to the rescue! The boat has some how magically decided to stop striking and take us all back to the main island on the one we had originally been scheduled to be on. Moral of the story is – we should have been TOLD that the boats may or may not strike PRIOR to actually booking us on the trip and that I almost had a mini-heart attack.
F’ers.
But regardless, we did some how eventually make it back to Tahiti and fly out the next day, money in tact.
And New Zealand comes next!


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27 10 2011
juliyya

What kind of foot is served at a Tahitian BBQ?? Did you get the recipe so that you can have it with ramen? Mmmm, ramen with foot.

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