Maeva (meaning “welcome” in Tahitian) to my last travel log about Huahine! After reading this last part in a series of three, you’ll have gathered enough inside information to feel as if you’ve been there yourself .
What’s it like to live on a tropical island? Surrounded by so much natural beauty many find it paradise on earth. But also, what’s it like to live in the middle of nowhere? Living on an island with less than 6,500 inhabitants and having to book a plane if you need hospital care. With only one real supermarket on the entire island and your kids having to travel to another island if you want them to go to high school. There are no cinemas or theaters, no malls or clubs. What does it feel like to be so isolated? What do you do for fun?
Before anyone starts a search party after my seemingly having dropped off the face of the earth: I’m baaack! I’m only half-awake, trying to bridge the twelve hour time difference so forgive me if I don’t always make sense. French Polynesia was glorious and I will miss it heaps, especially since the Dutch weather has switched from spring straight to autumn in the past few months.
Band shirts and surf shorts go together like peas and carrots. At least in my book. I don’t go to festivals much anymore and I’ve gotten rid of most of my band shirts. I’ve kept a couple though, the ones that are graphically pleasing and/or carry dear memories. Ha, I can get sentimental at times.