From Bora Bora to blogging and movies

Bora Bora Boring?

Suffering a little from sunburn, and hoping to find lots of people to speak French with on Bora Bora left me disappointed. There was no point going on a beach excursion, and Dutchy and I are probably a bit tired of seeing anything at the moment, as we’ve been tourists for so many weeks now. We are using this cruise more for relaxation than the total tourist package. We love cruising, and know we plan to do further cruises, so there is no rush to see and do everything everywhere. This is the holiday everybody talks about when they say “I need a holiday after this holiday.” We are really lucky to be living that dream. Nola and Tony have helped by cat-sitting, house-sitting and karaoke-sitting while we wend our way around the world.

On Bora Bora we managed to buy Dutchy some new socks, and some safety pins so I could alter the red tropical dress I bought in Tahiti to wear to dinner. Ironically, when I looked at the label, I found out that it was made in Indonesia! Most other souvenirs one buys seem to be made in China. It’s very special when you actually find something that is made in the country you are visiting, such as the beautiful stingray key ring for my collection, possibly made from pewter. We returned to the ship and enjoyed having a little more space there, because half the boat was still on the island. We chose the opportunity to have a pleasant lunch in the more formal dining room.

Blogging at sea:

Days at sea are a good time for working on the blog and updating it. When we were docked near Bora Bora and had returned to the ship, we thought it might be a good idea to post another entry. At 40 cents a minute (for our large $100 package) we tried to be as efficient as we can, which is not always that easy when the internet is excruciatingly slow, and we gave up trying to upload photos. This is the price of being a blogger. The signal in that area was dismal, so we waited until the following day to add the photographic evidence, which only scratches the surface of the number of photographs we have actually taken. Does anyone have a spare few hours for the “slide night”? I jest, as what I would really like to do is create a DVD of snapshots of our trip, but one which doesn’t go for too long. People are most interested in their own photos, but fellow travellers like seeing a (limited) selection. Now we only have an hour left of internet, so I have painstakingly planned that we can have four fifteen minute sessions until we return home.  This blog has not been in “real time” as it is usually a week or so behind. When we get home I will still be blogging for another week I suspect, but at least it will be in the comfort of our own home and on the internet where we get almost unlimited for less than we’ve paid for our scattered seventeen days on the cruise!

Private screening:

After a particularly enjoyable Headliner Showtime, entitled “The Dangerously Clean Comedy of Jason Chase,” Dutchy and I decided to go to the cinema if there were a seat available, to find only one other couple there. “The Dilemma” with Vince Vaughan and Winona Ryder obviously didn’t appeal to them, so it ended up with just the two of us in the theatre for our very own personal private screening of the movie. Oh, I love being a princess!

Marvellous Moorea

Although there were a few scattered clouds, the weather was a marked improvement on the weather we had experienced on Tahiti Nua. Even looking at it from afar, the water was a beautiful turquoise and the whole vista measured up well to its postcard image.

At the Windjammer Café, we met up for breakfast with the other couples – Sandy and Mick, Nerida and Chris, Lynda and Bruce, and Kerrie and Murray at 8.30am. The tenders, small boats that ferry people to places where the ship can’t dock, had already started taking passengers to the island. When we arrived on the island, Mick sourced out a tour for us, saving $10 each as a group of ten. For $30 each therefore, we were taken by boat to a smaller island where the bay was quite pretty, though the sea bed was rough. Reef shoes were not an option for us, as we had been travelling around the world, but they would have made life more comfortable. I had runners on because I thought there may be some walking, little realising that I would have to climb out of the boat into the water and walk tentatively through rough rocks to get to the beach.

Those of us with white bands on our wrists were provided with water and pineapple (ananas in French). Others who had paid a lot more also had a barbecue lunch. There was a much smaller boat that took you out to swim with stingrays and sharks.  Unfortunately, this boat only took about 14-18 people at a time, so by the time Dutchy and I had a turn it was three trips in. It took about 15 minutes to get out there, and then we clambered out of the boat into the sea. We were surprised when we touched the stingrays, safe because they are a breed without barbs. Their grey skin was sort of slimy but not gooey, almost velvety, and the small black-tipped reef sharks were beige and not dangerous, although we didn’t get close enough to touch them, or to want to! Goggles and snorkels were provided, but after all this scare with the norovirus, I opted to just wear my swimming goggles, which were good enough. After about 15 minutes we headed back to the cove, but missed the next boat back to the wharf, to the chagrin of my empty belly. Lunch time should have already been and gone. As we climbed out of the smaller boat into the water, one of my legs got stuck and I just about did the splits, or more likely a groin injury. My balance wading through the water trying to avoid the rocks was somewhat compromised.

By the time we returned to the little wharf and bought Dutchy his new pale blue short-sleeved shirt commemorating his visit to Moorea, and then taken the tender back to the ship, I couldn’t wait any longer. I raced up to the Park Café to have a delicious quesadilla, made all the more tasty by my hunger as it was almost 2.30pm. Still, I didn’t overeat as is often the case when over-hungry.

Exhausted and a little sunburned, I had a ¾ hour nap but made it to the gym before dinner and an early night, happy with the experience on the island.