So, off we went to Le Yacht Club for margaritas on the deck overlooking a stupendous sunset, followed by a yumyum boeuf bourgignon and a heavenly entremets de passion, before the dance band yelped, thumped drums, strummed a guitar to welcome the shaking, bottom wiggling, sensuously undulating dancers.
Robert, transfixed by the coconut shell bras of the feathered beauties, took up the baton, tripped to the rhythm and after 5 minutes of gyrating, realised his knees were no longer a flexible undercarriage, and retired to savour another soothing drop of New Zealand's best sauvignon blanc.
A fabulous evening. Adieu Bora Bora, a la prochaine!
Robert, transfixed by the coconut shell bras of the feathered beauties, took up the baton, tripped to the rhythm and after 5 minutes of gyrating, realised his knees were no longer a flexible undercarriage, and retired to savour another soothing drop of New Zealand's best sauvignon blanc.
A fabulous evening. Adieu Bora Bora, a la prochaine!
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Polynesia, Bora Bora, Dancing, Yacht Club, Dinner, Sunset
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