Another morning, another beautiful island. Bora Bora is
another tender port, famous for its grass bungalows suspended out over the
water. You’ll have to google them as we forgot to take pictures. While you’re
there google their beautiful mountain, the top of which played peek-a-boo with
the clouds all day. Here’s something I don’t think you can google – apparently there
are companies that will print you out a map of exactly the route your cruise
ship took, and what I wonder (and Kondratiuk might have wondered as well) is if
our map would show the detour we took around the atoll of Tūpai
We had an early shore excursion, so we had a quick breakfast in the Lido (STILL no prunes; walnuts at the oatmeal station only) and then went back to our cabin for the still icky process of goobie-ing up. It’s very water resistant and although we scrub with washcloths I’m pretty sure I’m building up layers, like the bark on a perfectly cooked Texas brisket. There was a little time left over in which I read the NY Times daily newsletter for the first time since we left Oregon. As we used to say in Michigan, Go Blue.
After the usual wait in the World Stage our shore excursion
was called, so we trooped down to A deck and boarded our tender. At the pier we
were directed onto a larger flat bottom boat, and we headed out towards our
first stop to swim with Sharks and Rays. I wasn’t thrilled with the location – there was
very little to look at in the water and there were 5 or 6 boats there so it was
crowded – but you can’t say we didn’t get to swim with both sharks (nurse) and
rays (sting). A large ray swam right under me right off the boat, and at one
point I’d stood up to adjust my mask and when I pushed off I practically ran
into a pack of four sharks. I’m not sure why the animals stick around where
there are so many humans, given how often humans are there and how often one
assumes they get fed. It’s cool, anyway.
It’s still the rainy season here – that hasn’t changed since yesterday – so it’s only in the upper 70s, which is chilly when you’re wet on a boat with a stiff breeze. Dave wrapped his towel around me which helped a little. Our next stop had much better corals, more colorful but not as diverse as the aquarium garden at Rangiroa. There were stronger currents at this stop – at one point I looked up and had drifted further from the boat than I’d intended, and had to work a little to get back. Unlike at sharks and rays, I was not ready to be done when they called us in.
The boat ride back was long and chilly even though we changed
into dry shirts, but they were singing and playing ukes and drums on the way
back which made it very fun. In town we stopped at the an ATM and got 9000 PFR
(Polynesian francs), worth about $90, for tipping and also to buy some
souvenirs for some nieces. Hopefully they won’t mind them being a little
pre-worn as I plan on wearing them to dinner often.
We tendered back to the ship on our lifeboat, lucky 13, to change into dry shorts and head up to the lido for lunch. Then we went down to lower promenade to go for Dave’s daily walk of about 2 miles. We had to detour a couple of times because they were rehousing the tenders on the port side. Then it was time to go back to the cabin for the cleanup process, which as always took much more time than we think it will. I blogged during Dave’s afternoon beer and then it was nap time and then it was dinner. Tonight is Casino Royale night, whatever that means, but what it apparently doesn’t mean is dressing up, even though we did anyway. We had a good time at dinner checking on on each other’s days.
We got to the World Stage early so we could get good seats for Anita Newby’s second show. It was about movie songs, which we don’t know much about, but it was still very enjoyable. All of the entertainers we picked up in Hawai’i are going home tomorrow and we’ll pick up a new batch for the long trip home. Not that anyone wants to think about that. After Anita’s show we checked out the Casino Royale night in the mix bar; it was very crowded and noisy and not our thing, so we gleefully headed back to our cabin for some reading with a stop for me at the lido for our nighttime tea.








After that we went to 6-forward to watch the sail in to
Huahine, which is easily the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen in my life. None of the pictures nor my description will give you the breathtaking glory of this place. It’s much younger than Rangiroa so it still has the steep volcanic mountains,
and it’s so green and lush it looks completely fake. 








