Rarotonga. I could wax lyrical for a while about how wonderful our holiday was, but I don’t think anything I write could capture how amazing this little island and its inhabitants are. Instead, I’m going to let a few pictures and short sentences do the talking.
~ the heady fragrance of the welcome Ei, thrown around our necks when we arrived at the airport:
~ being forced to take siestas with Tiny, and watching a big grin spread across his face as he woke beside us:
~ falling asleep with the sound of the sea in our ears, and waking up to the best view imaginable:
~ enjoying a divine meal, beachside, at Vaima Polynesian Bar & Restaurant, and trying (and loving) Ika Mata, an island specialty
~ ordering wine and giggling at the consistently generous pours, which we affectionately dubbed ‘The Rarotongan’: