The first sight of it, is already impressive. The Motu surrounding the bright lagoon. The lush peaks in the main island. The overwater bungalows extending like crabs in the water. Welcome to the dream. This is Bora Bora.
Here everything is paradisiac. Even the airport is located in a Motu. So the transfer happens to be a boat, instead of your usual train (bus) ride. Brilliant.
After a warm welcome by Jacques, the kind owner of Village Temanuata, we went for a nice dinner. In Spanish, my godfather always says "eres más corto que el día de Navidad" but in this case, it was far from true. Two islands, a car, a plane, the two of us, from a lost into a lively spot. Life is too short. If there's something you don't feel comfortable with, don't be afraid. Change the plan.
Nothing is written in stone and the only thing that will never come back is the time wasted.
Poisson cru and Pellegrino.
...plus some cake for the special day.
The way back was always and adventure. Chasing crabs and staying aways from dogs.
How complicated is the islander life.
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