When we were in Tahiti, we found it unspoiled and a little rustic. For us that was great. Not so for many other tourists, who would rather let Disney take a whack at it and make it pristine and, well, fake. So I’m not sure how everyone felt about Huahine when we arrived this morning, because it is even more in a natural state.
The first impression we got as the ship entered Maroe Bay to anchor, was that we might be Tom Hanks-like castaway washing up on a wild, jungled and deserted island. There is foliage everywhere and right down to the water. Beautiful yes, not not necessarily a place one wants to be washed ashore. Maybe.
Like Tahiti, there is a large (Nui) and small (Iti) part to the island. Looking at the map, we anchored in the bay opposite Maroe, which is where the tender docked. Then we jumped on a shuttle truck adorned with red ginger flowers and took the yellow road across a causeway through Fitii and ended up at Fare.
The homes here were generally open without windows and with corrugated metal roofs, many of which were anchored by large stones. They obviously get some good winds.
Beautiful downtown Fare consisted of a 100 metre commercial strip. Market was on today, so we got a good look at the tropical produce.
It didn’t take us long to walk the main street and survey the shops which specialized in shell jewelry and after about an hour we were on the shuttle back to the ship. Just before we left Fare, we encountered this little girl.
We were drenched with sweat by the time we got to the ship and so went to the pool to further drench ourselves - a much more satisfying experience.
After lunch at the pool cafe is was siesta time. The heat and particular the humidity really does wear you down. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. I don’t want to hear any old fart comments.
Prior to heading up to the top decks to watch the sun disappear, we finished our complimentary welcome bottle of champagne that we started yesterday - a nice treat. Then our ship crept out of the harbour, along the smoke filled shores and back to sea to make its way to tomorrow’s destination, Bora Bora.
There are four specialty restaurants requiring reservations aboard the Marina. We had already reserved a meal in each one, which is all that our level of the ship is allowed. But from past experienced we discovered that if you ask politely that you can eat in one of these restaurants almost every night and tonight we got an extra meal in Jacques, the French restaurant named after executive chef, Jacques Pepin. We ate with two American couples - can’t remember their names - one from South Carolina and the other from San Diego. We had the regular fabulous French fare, Dawn, artichoke and foie gras appetizer, gambas for her main and millesfeuilles for dessert, while I had escargots, duck a la orange and crepe Suzettes. Many lively discussions took place over the course of the evening and we closed up Jacques.
The first impression we got as the ship entered Maroe Bay to anchor, was that we might be Tom Hanks-like castaway washing up on a wild, jungled and deserted island. There is foliage everywhere and right down to the water. Beautiful yes, not not necessarily a place one wants to be washed ashore. Maybe.
Like Tahiti, there is a large (Nui) and small (Iti) part to the island. Looking at the map, we anchored in the bay opposite Maroe, which is where the tender docked. Then we jumped on a shuttle truck adorned with red ginger flowers and took the yellow road across a causeway through Fitii and ended up at Fare.
The homes here were generally open without windows and with corrugated metal roofs, many of which were anchored by large stones. They obviously get some good winds.
Beautiful downtown Fare consisted of a 100 metre commercial strip. Market was on today, so we got a good look at the tropical produce.
It didn’t take us long to walk the main street and survey the shops which specialized in shell jewelry and after about an hour we were on the shuttle back to the ship. Just before we left Fare, we encountered this little girl.
We were drenched with sweat by the time we got to the ship and so went to the pool to further drench ourselves - a much more satisfying experience.
After lunch at the pool cafe is was siesta time. The heat and particular the humidity really does wear you down. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. I don’t want to hear any old fart comments.
Prior to heading up to the top decks to watch the sun disappear, we finished our complimentary welcome bottle of champagne that we started yesterday - a nice treat. Then our ship crept out of the harbour, along the smoke filled shores and back to sea to make its way to tomorrow’s destination, Bora Bora.
There are four specialty restaurants requiring reservations aboard the Marina. We had already reserved a meal in each one, which is all that our level of the ship is allowed. But from past experienced we discovered that if you ask politely that you can eat in one of these restaurants almost every night and tonight we got an extra meal in Jacques, the French restaurant named after executive chef, Jacques Pepin. We ate with two American couples - can’t remember their names - one from South Carolina and the other from San Diego. We had the regular fabulous French fare, Dawn, artichoke and foie gras appetizer, gambas for her main and millesfeuilles for dessert, while I had escargots, duck a la orange and crepe Suzettes. Many lively discussions took place over the course of the evening and we closed up Jacques.
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