King's Beach Villas
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... plan ahead more than you normally might as a traveller.
Rarotonga was lovely but it really was
slow paced with not much around to do, so perhaps not the place for
those easily bored; we also found it to be Thai standards but at
western prices. LA and SanFran were great to see and explore with LA
being all about money and famous people and SanFran more a local,
hippy, cafe-culture vibe; we enjoyed visiting but probably wouldn't
... is far superior to anything we saw on Raro.)
The food was wonderful! And the education on coconuts was interesting. We learned some things we didn't know. Muri Lagoon was so calm and would be perfect for families with small children to feel safe in the water and also learning to SUP. I personally wouldn't want to stay in the area, though, I liked the sound of the crashing surf on the reef further around the island.
We had dinner in and did a little laundry.
... the tea bags are the fancy kind). Not much flavor to those teas.
Tonight was the first time that after dinner I did not feel exhausted and wanted to go to bed right away. Maybe I finally caught up on my sleep. We walked over to the jewelry shop again to look at the pearls with the Warrens. These are pearl jewelries by Tara. Really beautiful! We liked a gold pearl ring for Fran - it was set in yellow gold and diamonds and looked like an octopus. Gorgeous!
For all ...
... for Raro to not be on its best form today. We stopped and had a wander on the beach and thought about a swim but just couldn’t be bothered.
Our next destination was Fruits of Rarotonga for one of their famous smoothies. It was as good as we both remembered and the ladies who run the café just as friendly as well. A couple of people we spoke to when we were back on board said the snorkelling wasn’t too bad ...
... it up and strode back into the lagoon, placing it on a nice rocky patch between a damsel and a domino fish.
All was not lost because my wet stinger suit kept me cool on the walk back. I laughed at the usual kamikaze trains of hens, chicks and cockerels crossing the road, narrowly missing the scooters and utes. I’m amazed they don’t stick to the road as the sun melts the tarmac, it blisters like jet beads and sticks to the soul of my shoes.