My last full day on Tahiti falls on a Sunday, and, this being France, everything is closed up tighter than a tick. So, no use going into town.
The hotel puts on a splendid Sunday brunch, complete with local dance troupe and their squad of drummers. Then I retreat to my bungalow to continue with the current mystery. Somehow I still haven’t found my “land legs” yet, and the ground seems to continue the subtle rolling motion of a ship at sea. This is not a new sensation for me — in my Navy days it would take quite awhile for this to settle out.
So, a quiet day. Still, can’t beat the sunsets.
Lodging: Intercontinental Resort, Papeete
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