After three flights, eleven hours of air time, and twenty-one hours of travel our journey to French Polynesia comes to an end! Unfortunately, the effects of the motion sickness medicine have not - damn you, Dramamine! We're escorted from the airport, which is located on a small island all its own, to the Hilton Bora Bora Nui, by boat. The service is remarkable. We haven't had to carry our bags since Papeete airport. Everyone is so freindly and welcoming. Our overwater villa, 319, is more beautiful than imagined and equipped with everything from a private deck and ladder to the crystal blue waters of the lagoon to a hot tub bath, rainfall shower and glass floors. We dine at Iritai and become immediately grateful that we're on the Half Board Meal Plan. Average cost of meal for two without alcohol = $150. We learned a few handy words in Tahitian which all seem to use despite French being the national language. Amanda cannot pronounce maururu - brings much joy to Rick everytime she tries. As we fell asleep to the lapping water beneath us, we reaffirmed a decision made while living at Bijou, we must find a way to live on the water.
Maururu: Tahitian for Thank You
Ia Orana: Tahitian for Hello
Nana: Tahitian for Goodbye
Myth Busted: Pictures of Bora Bora are not digitally enhanced - the colors are every bit as vivid as in the photos.
Myth Confirmed: Bora Bora is ungodly expensive.
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