This cargo/cruise ship carries freight to and from Polynesia atolls and islands while its passengers enjoy paradise. If we ever go back to French Polynesia, and I would love to, we'll look into this more affordable option. I also like the idea of fewer people, although we'd have to forego the gourmet restaurants, the casino, the gym, the pool, and the espresso bar. To name a few.
|The view from the Marina's deck in Mo'orea's harbor. Note that few folks are in the pool area. Two reasons: it is late afternoon and guests are thinking dinner. It will be dark soon - just a bit after 6 p.m., as we are near the equator. But perhaps the most important reason; the ship's demographics tend toward senior citizens, not unlike PK and me. Many are members of university alumni groups. The last thing I want to do on a vacation in French Polynesia - or anywhere else - is lounge around a pool trying to get a tan, or work on my melanoma. This attitude occurred long before I actually developed the disease.|
|I love this photo of my uncle, cousin, and aunt, our companions on this trip. Here they're getting a good look at where the|
open ocean and the Bora Bora harbor intersect. Big surf!
|They may have been captivated by reef sharks, which were plentiful almost every place we visited.|
On another day, PK seemed oblivious to the reef sharks behind him. That's
because sharks surrounded him. He had plenty to look at!
But nothing to worry about.
|This Fakarava pier was part of a resort that allowed cruise passengers to crash, so long as we didn't use guest amenities.|
The resort had netted off an area in which a few fish and some corals lived. Water clarity, net reflections, and light made for one of my favorite photos. Below are a few more images from Paradise.
|Here's a piece of the Hilton Hotel on Bora Bora, an island made famous by movie stars, lush scenery, and premier diving.|