Random Projects

One great thing about traveling is you get to move on all the time, starting all over again, leaving behind any embarrassing incidents and memories. I guess what I’m trying to say is that whoever said alcohol was big and clever had obviously never drunk that much. Clearly this trip has also turned us into lightweights. We’re not that used to drinking anymore, which is a good thing. Being sick down the side of the hostel minibus on the way back and having to apologise the next morning to the owner is one of those things I’m glad will be purged by the necessity of moving on that traveling imposes. Great great night though

On the beach with out hostel buddies in 2008

later in 2009

Muri beach outside Sails bar was definitely the place to be for NYE.

Desperate to see the new Bond movie (as you might have already seen!) imagine my delight when we found out Rarotonga has a cinema! Imagine how much more delight there was when we drove past (in our turquoise convertible Nissan Micra I might add!) and found a Bond poster still on the wall! It’s quite a big cinema but apparently you can easily find yourself with just a couple of other people to keep you company some nights, if anyone turns up at all. Slightly gutted to find some PG family mush on this night. What film is on seemed to be decided the night before. Pleading with the popcorn sales women and saying we’d definitely pay if Bond was on tomorrow I was quietly confident.

The next day, and we chanced it. It was on! I’d like to think they put it on just for us and I’m sticking to that.

Oh, yeh. Not sure about the film, think it needs a second viewing. First viewing it seemed a bit crap

It’s such a terrible thing, I think I might be bored by paradise! Just a quick one on Rarotonga as this actually happened over 20 days ago and I’m now in New Zealand.

So what did I do… hmmmm… bought a Black Pearl, nearly died on the cross island walk (never trust a Kiwi pilot as a guide!), did some snorkelling and had a very pissed off fish get mardy at me, could you believe it! Hired a turquoise convertible Nissan micra, possibly the most girly car on the planet and gate crashed the Rarotonga Resort for it’s pool and fancy beach facilities (he he). OK that’ll do I reckon!