The Devil Made Me Do It
Trip Start Jan 20, 2010
43Trip End May 20, 2010
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It is Friday and we are settled into a modest small room at Apen House in Auckland ,NZ
Don't get me wrong because it is a nice little budget B&B which fulfills all our needs. It is centrally located in downtown Auckland and after arriving at 6:30 am from Tahiti and a second all night plane ride in two days, basically a bed with clean sheets is about all we need. The thing you need to know is that to get here we basically had to reject paradise, which is a lot to ask of a person. Let me explain.We left Seattle and arrived in LA in rain and cold. Finding our way to the International building we discovered a line that wrapped around several pillars, was guarded by a small army of FTA agents in a bizarre kind of roped maze. This ruled out the dinner with my son between connections somewhere off site of the airport we had planned . Good sport that he is he joined us for dinner at the local diner inside the airport for a great visit
Tahiti Airlines did a wonderful job of transitioning you from the race of life in the Pacific Northwest to the idyllic laziness of vacationing in an amazingly short time. If one wished to you could essentially decompress into vacation rejuvenation by just staying on the plane
Upon arriving in Tahiti we were greeted by cu toms agents and island musicians and gently guided through customs to waiting bags. The weather was a little humid, warm and cloudy but promised a nice day. Our intention with this stopover was to break up the 13 hour plane ride and get some sleep since we found that sleeping sitting up in a plane no matter how far back the chairs tilt, which apparently is far enough to prevent survival during a crash but is not sufficient to allow sleep of any sort.
Our expectations were low, clean room and a place to crash near the airport was basically it and since we had packed the silk sleep sacks, even the clean sheets were optional. What we discovered after a short bus ride from the airport to the hotel was a tropical paradise.
We arrived at 8 am and despite a 3pm check in time they immediately got us into a room so we could sleep. Being sleep deprived we didn't initially appreciate the environment but the bed was wonderful
Swim up pool bar and endless pools falling seamlessly into the ocean lured us in then I noticed the male staff. All of these men wore white sarongs around beautiful dark skinned bodies. I never saw so many guys who had six packs in my life. All with bright white smiles and big brown eyes that is really what the Las Vegas tag line "what happens here stays here" is suppose to mean. My companion did a quick appraisal and grabbed my arm. Okay, firmly back on the morality high ground, we dipped into warm pools, drank appropriately rich umbrellaed drinks and even ventured a quick hour of kayaking before dinner. Not the quiet lay over we intended but excellent none the less. Courtesy of some new friends we made of the pool staff, we got to hear some nice island music while we talked local politics. To avoid the high cost of everything in Tahiti, we were directed to take a bus into town and eat at some pier park where several catering trucks offered a variety of ethnic delights. Being us, we settle on crepes of Nutella and whipped cream for dinner, hey it's vacation. A taxi took us back to the hotel for a quick nap before we caught a 2 am flight to NZ.
We were a little sad to leave our island paradise but we still have a lot of adventuring to do yet. I wonder if the guys at the NZ beaches wear little white sarongs too?