A small troupe of Polynesian dancers joined us on board for several days as we sailed through French Polynesia, providing us with entertainment between the various ports of call, a new port each day for 5 days.
There was no public transportation on Rangiroa so we walked as far as a dive shop (about 2 km) where we went for a refreshing swim. Any restaurant we passed was closed (Sunday) so the dive shop owner called a little French restaurateur down the road who picked us up and prepared lunch for us. After lunch he drove us back to the small pier/harbor. Such service!
The view from the belvedere was spectacular.
As you all know we tend to eat our way through our travels and on Moorea we found a wonderful lunch stand owned by a vivacious French woman – we enjoyed every morsel.
After lunch we went to a beach mentioned on the Internet, Faimano Beach, and had it all to ourselves, except for the manta ray and the colorful fish that swam around our legs, of course!
Of note was the smallest fish market we have ever seen.
The major point of interest, perhaps the only point of interest, was the local market where everything from fish and produce to baskets and clothing is sold.
We had an inkling that the town would not be very interesting and signed up for our first Silversea tour, which took us into the heart of Tahiti, the Papenoo Valley in a 4-wheel drive vehicle. We traveled on dirt roads through the jungle, through rivers, and up (and down) steep inclines. The flora was amazing, as was the multitude of waterfalls.
Next stop Raiatea, population 12,000. We took it easy today, choosing to explore the small town of Uturoa,
have lunch, and hop on a water taxi, along with a number of young ship staff members, for a ride over to the sandy beaches of the closest motu (islet).
At the pier three ladies were busy all day long making flower crowns ($5 each), which many passengers bought in preparation for our upcoming French Polynesian themed dinner party to take place on our last night in French Polynesia, while anchored at Bora Bora harbor.
We saw unique homes, some under construction using parts of abandoned containers, several abandoned resorts, including Club Med, and many fares (guest rooms built right in the water).
Attracted by a collection of colorful totems we accidentally ended up at a black pearl farm and received an in-depth tour, including a fairly strong (by island standards) sales pitch, which we easily resisted.
We stopped to swim at a public beach and then visited Bloody Mary’s, once the cocktail and dinner in-spot for the rich and famous.
Moruru ruru (thank you VERY much) French Polynesia for a wonderful visit . . .