My last day on Mo'orea and it's a difficult place to tear yourself away from. The only thing you need to worry about is the possibility of a coconut possibly landing on your head as you sunbathe. Ah well, all good things come to an end and it's exciting to be heading to Easter Island next which is somewhere I've wanted to go for a long time.
This morning we were awoken at 6am by the most terrific peals of thunder - real wake-the-dead rumbles right overhead. It didn't come to anything though and the blue skies appeared again about 9am, so I guess the storms must have hit somewhere else. The ferries are running again so it's all systems go for our return journey to Papeete later this afternoon.
I've got some cheesy photos of me to add to the gallery just to prove that I was here, plus I thought you might be getting fed up of sea views and palm trees. I've got on a traditional parea (sarong-type wrap) and one of the white fragant flowers behind my ear -very Tahitian. Unfortunately, I couldn't get hold of any coconuts and haven't had any tattoos done. They look wonderful on the local men and women and are very ornate. Just about everyone has one, whether it's the large tribal ones all over the back, neck and arms or just little intricate patterns snaking round the foot and ankle. Somehow, I don't think they'd look quite the same on pale, Scottish skin back on a dreich February day.
Emer reminded me that it was Shrove Tuesday yesterday (or Mardi Gras as the French would say) so I'm off to have a crepe.