Further experiments in tourism

Moorea, Society Islands, French Polynesia

(cont’d from previous post)

Continuing our exploration of the heritage site we found the ruins of a marae (altar/temple) and evidence that perhaps Mr. Morse was a bit premature in taking credit for his code…also perhaps Greg is better at “tourist-ing” than he first let on…

Our final stop on the tour was a series of scenic viewpoints in the mountains.  The roads were very, very steep.  While this was something we had previously experienced, the truck added a new twist.  Namely, the road was too narrow to allow us to turn around at the top.  So the driver had to decide: was he going backwards on the way up or the way down? 

In the end, we think he made the right call in backing up the giant ridge of the volcanic mountain vice spilling us out and running us over on the way down.  This fact however, did not make the decision much more palatable to certain members of our party…

Maybe mom would have preferred the scenic helicopter tour?

At least the view was good, if not a tad pungent.

While we were up there we got a special treat: our old friends on S/V FLY AWEIGH sailed through the reef passage and into the anchorage.  We had a chance to watch our old home sail into port from the island perspective, which was very different than the boat perspective we’d had every other time.   This is when we were reminded of an important life lesson: perspective is everything…

See that tiny little insignificant white speck in that picture?  No, it’s not a rare Tahitian water fly that we happened to get a photo of…that was our boat.  As in, we sailed across half the South Pacific in that thing.  5,000 miles, give or take, of open ocean.

It just seemed bigger before…