i woke early on friday for no reason, so i went out to photograph the sunrise but there were clouds on the horizon. at breakfast i learned the word “firi firi” (tahitian donut); i ate my weight in them all week (shame on me and my food allergies). hmm perhaps that's where some of those 10 lbs came from...
we rented a scooter to explore the whole island. stopped in haapiti for lunch at les tipaniers on the beach, also where we saw our first french sunbathers. nothing like a side of boobs with my burger (sorry, no photos of that). we scootered around the island, stopping in a few towns to shop. later, after more laying out, we went to toatea for more crepes ("la gourmande" - potatoes, bacon, white wine sauce) and some expensive cocktails (a "royal tahiti" and "moorea").
hey i never claimed to be cool
saturday the hotel had run out of mangos at breakfast and the day was mostly spent snorkeling/laying out. there were tons of colorful little fish and we wished we had an underwater camera. we watched a wedding on the beach from our deck, and had new european neighbors 'move' in. lucky us, more banana hammocks & boobs. we went for another island run; i was again sweat-less while josh dripped buckets. for dinner we had reservations to a fancy surf & turf buffet with a french polynesian show.
maximizing my dork status
why can't i shake it like this?
(i tried, and failed)
josh loves it when i sing this song.