Papeete

We got on the plane slightly worse for wear after a hevy night out in Auckland, but we were soon back on form once we had sampled the Tahitian beer Hinano.
On arriving at FAAA Airport a tahitian band played tropical mucis and we all (incl. the men) got given flowers to stick behind our ears, Chris looked delightful.
Once through customs we found ourselves with nowhere to stay and thrown right back into it as we'd hoped. The information desk gave us a list of pensions and then it was a case of eyes closed and pointing at the list to choose a home for the night.
It was sweltering but also throwing it down with rain outside, and after a lot of circles we found a taxi. The driver was about 80, tahitian, with a gold tooth and smoked a strong cigar which he had no issue with holding whilst he drove us one-handed in his bashed up old Ford. The drive was once again hairy and he drove us to a really dodgy neighbourhood, that's were our motel was.
The place actually turnned out to be really clean (the main thing) but when we said to the lady that we were going out for diner she said "whatever you do DON"T turn left out of here, DO NOT go down that street it's dangerous"...oh joy!
Luckerly criminals don't like the rain and we turned left which was dark but fine.
A gigantic burrito in a random mexican restaurant and a beer Hinano later and we felt right at home.
Today we were meant to be catching a cargo ship to bora bora but as we crossed the international date-line we got confused and thought today was Monday but it's Sunday so we'll stay in our dodgy neighbourhood another night.
It's great to back having an adventure!!!