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Lazy day

Sunday


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Church day. Skirt or dress is compulsory so I have to dust off the dress I wore to the wedding. That's my only option. Busing again. We manage to get there right on time. The CICC Church in Arorangi is suppose to be the biggest and oldest on the Island. That's where the gospel arrived on the island. The church is white with a touch of blue. Little cemetery and bell are in from of it. Some locals like to bury their family members in their own backyards. Lot of them have fresh flowers on graves. Most of the islanders move around the island on bikes. It’s funny seeing them arriving all dressed up on a bike. The parish is full and it seems half of the attendees are tourists. All the rarotongan ladies wear hats. Singing is really enjoyable and takes most of the service with the priest, looking slightly bored, only speaks at the end. The service took one a half hour. A bit longer than expected. Then we are invited next door for a morning tea where we also receive a little history lesson about the village. I find out that Arorangi means ‘Look up to the sky’. Next door to the church is a modest looking palace of a local queen. We get a free ride back to the backpackers, not without dramas. Back wheel gets stuck in a big hole and it takes a lot of man power to get it out.

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Quick change of clothes and I’m off to Rarotongan Beach Resort for a pool side performance. Unfortunately it gets moved inside. It’s all about God today. Lovely performance though. But I’m really keen to take advantage of that lovely sun before it goes away. This resort is the best place for snorkeling. The fish is everywhere. It’s windy as hell so I opt for our quiet beach. Unfortunetly clouds come around again and I don’t get much time in the water.

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Everything is closed today, so I have a relaxing evening with everyone and still have the room to myslef.

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Day two

Saturday

For some crazy reason my sunburn doesn't hurt. I had a nice sleep and early start again. Today is market day, so we want to make the most of it. The only way we can get to town is bus. There's only one an hour going clockwise and one an hour going opposite direction. Every tourist seems to head to the same spot as us. The bus is full and seats small. Japanese made. Avarua, the main town is not very huge, but civilized. There's everything one would need.

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The market is buzzing with people from all over the island. On offer are clothes, souvenirs, some food and local produce. You can buy pearls in every corner of the island. They ain't that cheap, not even at the markets. It's hard to get a pearl that is perfect. I buy few gifts, some for myself of course. We get some lunch. Since it's winter time now, there's not much fruit, but since I love paw paw I make sure I don't leave the market without. They are very cheap too, comparing to $15 for a kilo of pears. Ouch.

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Finally it clears up and I get a chance to have a swim. Picture perfect setting. I hope it will stay that way for the rest of my stay. Calm water, great sand, blue sky and warm water. Nice! There's broadband at the backpackers. Well, I wouldn't wall it broadband, but $1 for 6 minutes is not bad. Sucks that my mobile is not working here. I'm starting to be glad that I chose this place. It's cheap, with very friend owners. There's a shop, petrol station, cafe and the bus stop right on the doorstep. You can hail the bus anywhere though. For dinner we have a BBQ. For $5 we will get salads and only need to bring our own meet. Yummy food. It's a great chance to get everyone a bit better as well. There are only 10 of us there. We get a lesson how open coconuts as well. Useful skill when I ever get stuck on some deserted island. We watch a DVD to top it off. No rommie for me tonight either.

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I'm here!

Friday


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The day has finally came. After months of waiting and planning I'm on flight NZ28 to Rarotonga. How's that for a food choice: fish or chicken pie? A truly Kiwi meal, like it or not. The trip was pretty uneventful and boring. It would help if there was a good movie on. The landing was pretty bumpy though. At the lending some oxygen masks fell down. They do exist! Must of been freaky for the people to our. It's warm when we get off and we are greeted by ukulele playing dude. A nice touch. Straight away I wander off to duty free shop. 1L Absolut for $20? Yes, please! They don't even scan our bags on the entry. We get a free ride to the International Backpackers. By the time we get there it's almost 11pm... Thursday. Everyone seems to be up and enjoying the night. The place is modest, but for that price you can't expect more really. It's clean and tidy. After we settle down we make a trip to the store around the corner, which is still open to our joy. We get some breakfast for the next day. Pretty limited selection, but they have V, $3 a pop, so I'm happy. I can feed my addiction. The beach is few steps away. It's pitch black, so we can't see much, but there are coconuts everywhere. Everyone is friendly at the backpackers and makes an effort to talk to us. Then I finally meet my roomie, Katia, from Germany.

Friday... again

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Oops. Clouds, wind... not good for a wedding day. It's still 3 hours to go, so it might clear up. After getting we ready we are lucky to get a ride to the resort where the wedding is taking place. A really beautiful place with only 10 villas. The ceremony was right on the beach. It was pretty windy, but nothing could spoil that day. Even the sun came out. Drinks and a delicious lunch follows.

We get back to the backpackers to change, but before that we quickly check out our beach. It's really nice. No wind, to our surprise. No waves and crystal clear water. Heaven. All I want to do is get in there. That's when I discover how burned I am, with a lovely triangle on my back.

For the evening entertainment we go to The Pacific Resort for the famous Island Night. It's a huge resort with ponds, rivers and bridges and lash flora. The night starts with the happy hour and cocktails start to flow to the music of a local band, if you can call it that. Then traditional island feast follows. To be honest the reception food what so much better. After we clean out our plates a cultural group entertains us with traditional wooden drums that sound amazing. To go with the music there's dancing of course. It seems basic with lots of hip and knee movements. Everyone from the age of 5 is involved. Desert. More drinks. It's been a long day and busy day, so by 10pm I'm knackered. Whole group of us catches a bus that almost runs me over. Somehow we manage to find our place. It's midnight when I get to bed, hoping I'll have a better sleep than the night before. Luckily for me I have no roomie tonight. Alarm clock in not needed around here. Roosters do a great job. Who cares if it's at 5am. One by one they go off.

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