Saturday, 13 July 2013

it's all part of the adventure

Leaving Tahiti for Moorea, that's Moorea in the background

The occasional rainbow added colour to the scenery
Moorea didn't want to let us go. So we said, "Okay. We'll stay a while longer." We did have what turned out to be time consuming sail repairs to tackle, but we also wanted to play. And we did. We rented bikes: one speed beach cruisers (complete with baskets on the front). Single speed bikes are confusing, I haven't stopped a bike using pedals since I was 12 years old. I kept squeezing the handlebars to break. Eventually we got used to the bikes and started pedaling down the road, with the wind in our hair.... I haven't done that since I was 12 either.*

Rick and I took turns hand stitching patches on a tear in
our mainsail (I'd like to point out I only drew blood once.)
The lovely and well protected Cook's Bay Anchorage

Where people with money stay (more money than us anyhow)
Looks pretty doesn't it?

Contrasting ways to experience Moorea afloat: by sailboat or
by cruise ship. (Opunohu Bay) \

Mom, this is your kind of bicycle!
After a quick stop to sample drinks at the Rotui juice factory, we continued on with big silly grins and dreams of mango juice goodness until the chain on Rick's bicycle broke. I nearly got upset by the unexpected turn of events, but Rick just said, "Oh well, it's part of the adventure." Somehow it diffused the disappointment just like that. The phrase has become our motto since then. It helps to say it with a smile.

A nearby Scientific Centre let us use their phone to call the rental company, and a half hour later Rick was back in the saddle again, this time on a different bike.

We followed the shore line and eventually turned back to ride inland toward Belvedere. To my surprise, Rick was struggling riding up the hill. We soon understood why, he had a flat tire. Right. It's all part of the adventure. (Although we both said, "Wish we'd gone Naked!" Our friends Sam and Andrea's awsome bikes would have been great here!) Since we happened to be next to the Lycee Agricole (Agriculture School), we locked  up our bikes there and continued on foot toward the Belvedere viewpoint. We stopped at some archeological sites along the way. Once we arrived at the top, we saw trails that lead off from the viewpoint and picked the "Sentier des Cocotiers". We were the only ones on the trail. The tourists that showed up while we were there seemed to spend something like 5 minutes on the viewing platform and then they were off to the next tourist attraction. The more they seemed to be in a rush, the more we felt like slowing down.

Rick riding while he can!

History buff in his element

View of Cook's Bay from Belvedere.
If you look closely you can see where the reef divides the lagoon
and the open sea, the water is very flat inside the reef.

In her happy place: sweaty and dirty in "la
Le sentier des cocotiers

Opunohu Bay on the left, Cook's Bay on the right

Pineapple plantation. No, they don't grow
on trees

Rick walking his bike on Pineapple Road (Route d'Ananas)

Tired legs later, we headed back down and tried to call the bike rental place from a lone phone booth near the school, but the line was busy. After a half hour, worried we'd be stuck out there after dark, we began to make our way down to Cook's Bay. Rick pushed his bike beside him while I rode circles around him. An hour and a half later, we made it to the bay. As we neared the small store, Rick piped up: "I think we need to have some ice cream now." So we did.

We met Isabelle and Gabriel on SV Cariba through SV Estrellita in Papeete, and both our  boats ended up in Cook's Bay. It's been fun getting to know these two French Canadians over drinks and stories.The night after we biked and walked on the island, they had found a roulotte restaurant that looked promising (that's a roadside trailer kitchen) and invited us along. Thoughts of no cooking and no dishes were a no brainer for these two tired bodies.

A colourful spotted boxfish
The rest of our time here has been leisurely (in between boat jobs). We ran into Gina, whom we'd met in Mexico and went snorkeling with her and Gerry, the skipper of the boat she's crewing on. The coral reefs here are underwhelming, but we still had fun chasing fish.

Moorea, we slowed down because of you. Tomorrow or the day after, we hope to make a brief stop in Opunohu to go see those famous rays, and then it's off to Huahine and Bora Bora! We are running out of days on our visa.... And oh, how we wish we weren't.

*My friends would say I'm fanatic about wearing a cycling helmet. I've been known to ramble on about that. There were none to be had here, and I chose to go riding anyway... Yes Dana, you can shake your head at me!


  1. I slacked off on reading your tales for a while there, perhaps out of jealousy, but I am all caught up now, and you are forgiven, for now...

    It seems pancakes are a regular breakfast treat on SV Nyon. Is it because they are what one might consider Canadian food, something that is difficult to define? Does it make you feel homey and Canadian when you are away? Do you have it with real maple syrup? If yes, that must be expensive or difficult to get in the S. Pacific.

    Best wishes. I hope to visit someday, but it will probably be arranged sometime after you get home.

    Kicking myself for not popping down to Mexico when the visit would have been easy and cheap...

    Best wishes from one of your Canadian fans...


  2. I love reading your blog. Thanks for taking the time to write about your adventures.

    1. I am glad you enjoy my writing Glen! I have been surprised how much I enjoy the writing process in itself, and it does help us remember our adventures! :)



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