Final Bits From Tahiti
This was a fairly unique sight, a single hander from Japan aboard his yacht Mitkaze
We wish this little boat fair winds and following seas.
Our last night in Papeete was to be our last visit to the roach coaches. This time, happily Jenny was back with us. I asked the two of them for a picture but Dave produced ‘a slapped face look’ like Deputy Dawg. I showed him the result but as he was not willing to pose again – this is the one.
The reason behind the sourpuss face was simple. Jenny had only bought him one cigar. “One little, tiny cigar”. Well in Australia all cigars and cigarettes are in generic packaging and Jenny wasn’t about to buy several Romeo and Juliet’s at $18 a pop if they turned out to be fakes and not the real thing from Cuba. Once lit the face did change and pure enjoyment ensued.
Waking up on the mooring ball was such a treat. Gently swaying, no road noise and after a dog had sorted it out with his neighbour – silence all night. To celebrate, Bear did boiled eggs. A modest entry but one of the four extras he always does for an egg and mayo sarnie (I like salad) produced a fairly high quality entry. A good start to the day of our final visit to a massive supermarket before New Zealand in mid December.
Not entirely sure what this chap was doing rowing so close to the reef.
This we did understand. Nice legs. Mmmm.
Bear took me for a spuddle in Baby Beez before going ashore – a treat I hadn’t had for ages it seems. From a distance this wrecked lady looked in perfect health, but up close there was evidence of her age and poorly state, it was clear salvagers had helped themselves. How sad.
The locals waved quite bemused as to why I would be taking pictures of a poorly boat.
Sadly, as soon as there are large numbers of boats in any one place, so there are the potential ‘One Careful Owner’ entries. Here was no different, many, many boats abandoned at anchor or projects unlikely to be finished. Here is just one example.
Ashore we spotted a pretend tree, we haven’t seen one since Morocco.
I had to look down at my replacement Croc lookalikes (wow the foot massage bits are horrendous after the bashed down old ones – foot massage – more like torture) as Bear ceremoniously dumped my broken ones. I had expected a little more than six months wear. Well you can’t complain for six dollars, you have worn them constantly since February, all over the Galapagos including a ten mile hike over a volcano. Yes dear. Bear pointed out hundreds of Beez Neez coloured trainers when we got to the mall.
Bear thought it would be a nice treat to eat a late lunch out, our last date in Tahiti. Well, as you know I’m no vegetarian, but I had to look away from this. Especially the mixing bit. It’s only the third time I’ve ever eaten it, the last being when we went to see the Rolling Stones in Paris in 2006. Try, if at all possible, that this time be the last........ Oooooooooo I’m not sure about that. Mmmmm, I’ll just look down at my chicken curry.
We had a bimble around Carrefour for final bits and saw this incredible fish. Massive and pretty.
Back at the dock, trolley pushed along the road, and parked with all the others, I chatted to a single hander. He comes ashore each evening, hose pipe in hand for a shower. When he turned he had the most beautiful manta ray tattoo on his back.
We never tire of the Moorea sunset, our last, as we leave Tahiti on the morrow – for Moorea.
ALL IN ALL TAHITI HAS BEEN A GREAT PLACE TO VISIT
PLEASANTLY BUSTLING AND LOVELY