Both of us are still confused– not my roommate but my blog and I.  Wi-Fi in the South Pacific is not easy and I’ve been slow, also busy.  This is the first day since I left home that we have time to ourselves.  I washed my hair and made an appointment for a pedicure. Soon we are going to do some laundry, but I have to check in with you first.

Bob and Susan Sutherland are the only people I know who drink Hendricks Gin. Today the cocktail of the day was a Ginny Hendricks so I had to have one in their honour. It’s made with sour apple and lime mix plus gin of course and it was quite nice but I wouldn’t want to waste good martini gin on it as a regular haYesterday’s diver-driver-guide was a gorgeous young man, probably not as young as he looked, probably because he’s so fit. Today a pair of lovely women in coconut shell brassieres and lavish hula skirts welcomed us to Rangiroa with their swivel hips gyrating to the beat of a seductive drum. What happens to these beautiful people? A bus driver who took us to our Bloody Mary destination was enormous, as was his cohort directing traffic, probably 500 pounds.  And the mamas, older women, while still lovely (everyone has smooth, glowing skin), are also very big.  Is it genetic?

Tomorrow we are going to our final stop in French Polynesia and we didn’t go there last year: Fakarava, an atoll like the rest of these islands, and very small. There are 800 residents in the town  (village?) of Rotoava. A designated village, Tetamanu, has fewer than a dozen inhabitants, according to our information package.  Essentially, Fakarava is one giant beach.  All these sandy beaches and clear blue (also turquoise) waters make it hard for me to remember April in Toronto. Is it still snowing?

Anon, anon.