Another day

Last night we ordered a driver to take us to Rudy's for dinner. We shared the ride with some people who are mainly from Baltimore and are travelling on a Catamaran via the pacific islands to Auckland. The catamaran set of in January and will be leaving French Polynesia on the 30th of May. What do these people do for a living?

Anyway Rudy's was a nice restaurant, the main squeeze sounded like he may have been French Canadian. Our entrees were superb, I had a goat cheese salad, the goats cheese had been grilled with garlic and something sweet, maybe honey, on baguette. It was accompanied by some tomatoes and lettuce. Lance had some deep fried prawns, scallops and tuna. The mains were just okay, my fish was a little overdone. We shared our drive home with some kiwis from Hamilton, our first on this trip. 

To day we hired a car from Albert's which is just across the road. It was pretty hair raising at first with Lance working hard to stay right. Especially with hardly any traffic.  We circumnavigated the island twice as is only 60 kilometres. We stopped at a few shops. It most things are quite touristy and the pearls are expensive. 

One of the staff at the Intercontinental recommended a place for lunch called Snack Mahana. Now you need to make a note of this if you are ever coming to Moorea because it is a must. On our first circuit we thought we had a good idea where it was and thought if we found it we would eat there and if not we would find somewhere else. All I can say is "Thank goodness we found it by accident!".  We were driving along and I said in my best passenger driver voice, " be careful, why are all these people stopping here?"  Lance spotted the sign and we quickly parked, congratulating ourselves on our sleuth like abilities. We landed at our table, right by the water. This is a pretty basic place, house converted in to a casual backyard restaurant. We'd been told that it closes when they run about of fish, I don't know how true that is. Waiting for our mahimahi grilled with lemon and garlic butter and fries we fed bits of baguette to the small fish on the sandy beach below us. A couple of stingrays were cruising also. To say the fish was beautiful was an understatement, and I'm not meaning those that were swimming beside us. Cooked to perfection with the glistening butter mix melting over it. We were very happy people when we left, this one will be hard to beat. 

Oh, and the toilets were great!

A few more stops and only a singlet purchased for Lance and cheap earrings for me.   

The people here are really friendly and everyone says hello. Many in shops and restaurants approach us speaking in French, we don't have to say anything for them to realise that we speak English. Perhaps it is the startled looks on our faces that alerts them. I did have to purchase my earrings in French though, and it worked!

We came home hot and tired from actually moving our bodies for a change. Slipping into our beautiful lagoon we felt any tension melt away. Another perfect day.