After two, easy flights from Brisbane via Auckland, we arrive in the dead of night in Polynesia. Rubbing our bleary eyes we are greeted in the immigration queue by a graceful dancer and her musicians gyrating happily at 2.30 in the morning. Yes Tahiti, my kind of place.
New Zealand
Papeete, Tahiti
From the airport, we take a very steep uphill taxiride to our hotel and collapse until 10am when we emerge into a dazzling blue sky day for a trip to see the downtown sights of the delightful, local public gardens dwarfed by a giant cruiseship. On we go, to musicians in the bright market, a meal of poisson cru, and a peek at the cathedral much loved by the local roosters.
For a look at the plush side of the island, we visit the InterContinental Hotel for a couple of hours, a veritable resort playground of grand dimensions with rehabilitated turtles in its own Lagoonarium, a massive pool, and a bar and restaurant for all tastes where we have excellent orange juice for a massive price. We retire to our modest Airbnb hotel to digest.
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Tahiti, Papeete, French Polynesia, Polynesie, Hotel Intercontinental,
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