Dean & Ginny's excellent adventures...  Main Adventure Page

World Cruise2015: << Part 1 << Part 2 << Part 3 << Part 4 << Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 >> Part 8 >> Part 9 >>  
Part 10 >> Part 11 >> Part 12 >> Part 13 >> Part 14 >> Part 15 >> Part 16 >> Part 17 >> Part 18 >> Part 19 >> Part 20 >>  
Part 21 >>
Part 22 >> Part 23 >> Part 24 >> Part 25 >> Part 26 >> Part 27 >>  Part 28 >>  Part 29 >>  Part 30 >>  Part 31 >>
Part 32 >>  Part 33 >>  Part 34 >>  Part 35 >>  Part 36 >>  Part 37 >>  Part 38 >>  Part 39 >>

Bora Bora  (Itinerary)


The top of the mountain in the center of Bora Bora was enshrouded in a low-hanging cloud.


Our ship navigated through a narrow opening in the reef that surrounds the entire island. It was another tender port, so our ship anchored in the lagoon area for the day.

 
A tropical paradise beckoned us...

 
The crew loaded the drinks, tent, mats, and all their other shore-side gear plus the shore crew into the first tender from the third deck, so all that stuff does not need to be carried down the stairs to the normal tender platform.


The French flag flies here. We were on the first tender dressed for snorkeling.

 
As we started walking toward the snorkeling beach, we passed by this church and a business with several chairs made from tree stumps and roots.

 
Verifying our directions to the beach. Yes, continue in this direction this fruit merchant said. 


Finally we caught a ride on a collectiv. This was shot through the window as we approached the south end of the island.


From the collectiv, looking back toward the ships. We were in port with the Oceania ship that was docked with us in Pape'ete. The local boaters have built lifts that operated manually with large wheels providing the leverage.

 
We passed by the International Hotel on the road to the beach.

 
A public beach was on the right side of the road, but we were headed to a beach facing the coral gardens.


The public access beach was beyond the hotel property. The rooms in this hotel are grass-roofed huts built on platforms over the water.

 
There were a lot of birds in the hotel area. We think they are some type of tern.


We waded for a while and then swam the last couple of hundred of yards to where the reef of the coral gardens began. We were not disappointed—we particularly liked seeing the clams with their undulating "clam lips" in all their various colors and patterns. Most of the clams were 6 t0 12 inches across. 

   
Clown fish find shelter in this lone staghorn coral. Both sides of fancy snail shell with the snail still inside.

  
The soft coral provides a nice backdrop for these fish.

    
Sea cucumber or sea slug...


More clams...


As you can tell, we just loved the amazing clams...

 

 
A pale hard coral and a bunch of squirrel fish congregated in one spot.


A surgeon fish with its orange razor fins near its tail.

 
2 stingrays swam under us as we made out way back to the beach. They are beautiful swimmers.


From the water...


Looking back toward coral gardens—where the boats are.


Some of our fellow shipmates on an exclusive around the island tour. The tour guide on another tour boat that went by was singing and playing the ukulele while steering with his foot.

 
We befriended this woman, Victoria, and her family who lived next to the public beach and then took a collectiv back to the dock. The driver wore a flower behind her ear and the front seats are covered with tropical print fabric.


A different view of the mountain from the collectiv, after the clouds had lifted. 

 
After a shower, rinsing off our gear, lunch, and lots of iced tea, we came ashore again. This time there was a Polynesian band playing and more vehicles traveling the island including this "Le Truck" decorated with flowers and palm fronds.

 
We walked up this road toward the mountain. The sign near the entrance of the road warned that people wishing to climb the mountain had better hire a certified guide.

 
We love walking through the neighborhoods so we can see how people live. A colorful laundry hangs to dry in a covered porch. Raised beds had been newly planted with seedlings, probably some type of spinach.


Farther up the hill, some squash vines were running amok. 

 
At the top of the neighborhood, we could see the Amsterdam. This guy looked big enough and muscular enough to have been a football player.

   
Bird of paradise plants.

 
A red helleconia and a pink ginger flower.

 
Another ginger and another raised bed, but this one included some built-in shade.

 
A friendly kid greeted us from the colorful laundry house. 

 
A woman carried her laundry back to her house. A mother and child with wild hair had just settled down outside the door. What I didn't see until later were the squashes sitting on the low table on the far side of the door. They look like the Seminole pumpkins that we can grow in Florida.

 
Back on the main street tropical wear was for sale.

 
A racing canoe and nearby a canoe racing decal was on a car.

   
These two girls were near the canoe. Their jeans where embroidered and the older girl had bleached imprints of hibiscus flowers. The boy getting lessons on the ATV was quite serious.

 
These 2 kids were helping to clean a school. We loved this array of steamers and pans in an outdoor kitchen.

 
While Dean was in the very busy Chinese grocery store buying us cold beers, I waited out front and Victoria, our friend from the beach, stopped by to introduce her daughter. 


We walked to a vacant lot bordered by a 6-foot-wide river across from the grocery store to drink our beers. We were amused to see moray eels slithering up and down the river. 

  
So here we are in French Polynesia and the last items that we would expect on a menu are churros or paninis. As we go back to the ship, a guy in an outrigger canoe surfed the tender's wake.  What a great day! Dean's log: Bora Bora.

~ ~ ~

After a planned day at sea, we got up early to observe the anchoring procedure at Raratonga of the Cook Islands. There were 2 possibilities—Plan A and plan B on different parts of the island—but neither one worked because of the huge swells, which would have made tendering a precarious exercise. On top of that, there was a storm brewing that would be located at our next planned stop after that. Sooo, the captain arranged for more dock time at our next port at Nuku Alofa, Tonga. We would be there from 7pm on Saturday until 4pm on Monday—our planned departure time, but after staying 2.5 days, not 8 hours. As a reward for our inconvenience, the captain provided free wine to all for dinner that night. 

 
As we sail into Tonga, we fly their flag with the red cross indicating that it's a Christian Kingdom. A pilot boat glows in the setting sun light. 


A pilot helps guide the ship through the reefs and small islands that surround the main island.

 
We sailed in at sunset. This sunset photo is looking over the retractable pool roof.

 
The captain and probably the pilot ease the ship up to the dock. Meanwhile a drummer and a conch shell blower worked to greet us. Then a brass band started to play at the same time. 

 
The band was under the tent and then the dancers in native garb walked past the band. 

 
The dancers performed an elaborate dance routine, which was narrated by an articulate woman on the dock. She explained some of the Tongan history. Tonga has never been colonized, but as we would find out the British influence is unmistakable including the brass band and driving on the wrong side of the road... 

 
The dancers and the band performed while the ship cleared customs after 2 enormous officials boarded the ship. We could almost feel the ship dip as they stepped on board. The dancers posed for us and other passengers.

   
The woman to my left was the narrator.

 
Looking back at the ship, the moon was rising... Many of our fellow passengers hit the bars. We saw the captain on shore, too.

   
We wandered the town for a while and found this cool tree stump that had been elaborately carved.


After an hour walk we reboarded the ship and called it a night. 

On to Sunday in Tonga ... >>

Main Adventure Page

Top of page:

© Sky-Bolt Enterprises 2001-2015