Like Tahiti yesterday, the stunning colours of the water and the sky at Bora Bora make it a photographer’s paradise, even without the underwater options that for many, had to be cancelled, due to water and tide conditions. By all accounts, it was only the skill of the Captain and crew that prevented this being another sea day. As a tender port, it was pointless rushing down to get a numbered boarding ticket so we took our time and by the time we collected our tickets, the was no queue at all. We wandered aimlessly around the immediate port area, debating on whether or not to take a minibus tour, an old American bus tour, one of the basic truck/bus services or twiddle our thumbs.
We eventually opted for a $5 shuttle to Matira Bay and that parked us right outside the Intercontinental Hotel. Unfortunately, this coincided with an evacuation of the hotel, due to expected high water between 11am and 3pm.
After kicking our heels for a few minutes (far better than thumb twiddling) we hopped on another shuttle back to the famous “Bloody Marys”, ($5) famous for purveying drink of the same name. When I was young, I might well have been walloped for saying that...
Opinions seemed to vary and at $9 a pop, some were less than impressed, but those who were a bit later and managed a meal there were happy enough. We ambled along the local pier and enjoyed the views and the pleasant weather before catching another shuttle (yes, another $5...) back to the pier. Nothing really tempted us to spend more money, so we were back at the ship 11:30!
Just for a change, we had burgers from the grill bar. Paula’s chicken burger pronounced very tasty and my double cheeseburger pretty good too. As yet, one of the few items I haven’t sampled is a meat pie. Unlike almost every other item on board, (I nearly put ‘sold’...), these are bought in, and by the looks of them, Mrs Mac is doing a roaring trade.
Having bought just 6 bottle of cider way back in Darwin, it was time to polish off bottle number 6 at the sailaway and whilst the Australians from our table elected to watch a rerun of last night’s rugby victory, the Kiwis and Americans enjoyed a civilised meal in the dining room. Paula and I watched the theatre show, “String Fever”, featuring an Australian husband and wife comedy duo on cello and violin. The patter was a bit excruciating at times, but the music was great.
Alana was still off sick but we enjoyed Alan’s solo performance as usual.
Once again, at bedtime, the ship was moving around a fair bit as we head for our last port before Auckland. Two days at sea now before Apia. For the first time in three months, we are now really looking forward to getting home.