Paradise in Tahiti and Moorea 
Thinking of our special holiday in Polynesia, I still remember the feeling of curiosity 'waiting to discover the next steps.
The package made provision, at least according to the description, a gradual crescendo of excitement and luxury. The lack of information and photographs in the brochure in our possession, but he left 'an aura of mystery around the next two stages: Moorea and Bora Bora.
What to expect then? Meanwhile we enjoy the beach in Tahiti, a bit 'of exotic drinks at the bar in front of the pool and why' no ... a nice dinner by candlelight seafood. All nice and dedicated of total relaxation, but nothing to make a miracle!
The next day, we present ourselves to the reception excited to go to the next level.
Within a few minutes we leave the hotel and on board of a Tahitian-style yellow bus tour of the medium, back to the airport to embark on a small ATR propellers similar to those that fly in Nigeria. A very pretty hostess shows off the flower on the ear and usually greets us with the classic "Ia Orana (Hello) and we now entered the part of tourists to the event, we respond in kind with" Maururu "(Thanks).
The flight over the ocean towards the atoll of Moorea is shown live up to expectations and the cobalt blue of the lagoon below, seen through the portholes, triggers enthusiasm in a child passenger but liberating.
Moorea 'postcard from an atoll of medium size, with a circumference of 66 km is one of the most' desired by vacationers. The color of the sea into the lagoon and something that really leaves you speechless. It's like being inside a huge swimming pool and the edges are represented by coral reefs, which represents a kind of natural protection and huge dall'inquietante fury 'of the Pacific Ocean. The aquatic version of a desert oasis. It's a little 'feeling to think that over the barrier where they crash continuously so bloated, there 'nothing! Even
Moorea offers any service to holiday and experience you could wish for. Just pay!
Upon landing in the tiny local airport, you finsice into the trap of the information office, where in ten minutes, an elderly lady from the micro-Polynesian traits, we place a series of extra packages "can not miss. The amazing ability to 'language of the lady in question, able to speak five different languages, including a vaguely Italian accent from Milan.
After a quick consultation with Manu, in the order we decide to opt for a fabulous' Polynesian Dinner "prepared by a local family, a "Safari" on board a jeep around the mountains / crater island and finally a stunning "sailed by boat to sail" to see the sunset over the reef.
But the surprises do not end here. Considering the five-day pass to Moorea, our attention was directed, also and above all, the resort dovre we should live our second leg of the journey. Once at the reception, we meet an Italian girl who, with a tissue to be dizzy, shows us a bit 'basic rules of the resort, urging us to contact you for every need' ... of course we do not have more 'sight until the moment of departure. One of
important moments of our honeymoon, and 'certainly coincided with the moment we entered our bungalow. If the first place we landed in Tahiti was a hotel and, moreover, not particularly friendly, Moorea we stayed in a resort by the Arabian Nights.
When the boy of the hotel kindly accompanied us to our bungalow we have tried simply to maintain composure, but soon left us alone ... guys ... and that 'too much!
Manu and I both looked like two kids in a candy store vicious. Giant-size bed oriented towards a mammoth glass door that opens directly on a private little beach to two meters from the sea, with deck and outdoor shower. Waking up in the morning was enough to open the curtains to enjoy, while you're still lazy between the bedding, the sight of a cobalt blue lagoon, two choreographic giants palms and the ocean in the distance. Indescribable. No mess, no overcrowding. Our beach, our corner of paradise.
Behind the bed, other surprises. A bathroom movie star with a giant shower to say the least and all the comforts of the case. Bose speakers and satellite TV, mini bar and wine in wooden beamed ceiling fan with old style. The garden of paradise.
course within a few seconds we were already 'stretched out on our deck personnel, covered with sunscreen and armed Ipad and magazines different. Around us the total silence.
After a couple of glasses of wine then we decided to make an exploratory tour to the resort and found the location of the restaurant, pool and a huge and beautiful beach surrounded by palm trees. Not far from our bungalow and we have taken delivery of the kit to dive from the diving center and driven by curiosity ', we decided to make the first round, starting exploratory mask and snorkel from our private, sandy beach, to reach the main beach.
Now try to imagine a giant aquarium with all the fish in the world and imagine that we could swim in, without the flamboyant and original marine life is in any way concerned about your presence. Fish from fifteen pounds that you are literally banging on the mask. Long, wide, narrow, red, yellow, mouth trumpet, with colorful fins. Among other
a swim and after several hours of tinterella and relaxation, we also got to enjoy the first evening at the restaurant. Luxury holiday in paradise, every day, at nightfall, was then offered a menu 'theme. In general, the quality 'of food and the service and' found to be highly valid. Memorable evenings "Pacific Ocean" made with shrimp, lobster, and fish. Of course, all included in the price and without any limit. Say no before the fourth plate of lobster and prawns, and ' really something that I never thought of doing in my life. Then a nice little wine cool to close the evening with a flourish and a beautiful meditation to drink whiskey by the pool, listening to the waves crashing in the distance without stopping on the barrier reef. Finally, our bungalow from the Arabian Nights ...
think about now, one of the most 'magical and enjoyable the day was definitely the wake. A touch of class was to leave the curtains of the door partially open window beside the bed, so 'as to be awakened the next day by the first rays of the sun on the horizon and the blue of the sea, in a kaleidoscope of colors all to enjoy and contemplate , being lazy in bed.
My testimony could 'but' tend to think that our honeymoon was just a product of idleness, for which 'should be clear that while "rest" and' was the keyword of the journey, from ' everything else we've done 'than "Action" was offered by the circumstances. The first day we did the "Safari" on board a jeep driven by a very nice Argentine, with whom, climbing through the streets of Moreea, we arrived at the top of the crater of the volcano room, and one from which 'originated' s island so to speak. The lagoon view from the most 'high, surrounded by vegetation' rich and intricate that you can imagine, it was worth the ticket price alone. The tour also included a series of stages including a visit to the cultivation of pineapples, the small port of fishermen, the nature reserve where we have beaten the "trees of communication," the temple of human sacrifice and finally to the Bay of Cook, where port 'Navigator of the same name and where' was shot 'Mutiny on the Bounty. "
the second day we opted instead for something more 'contemplative, romantic, climbing aboard a fabulous catamaran to go see the sunset out of the reef. Everything was very well organized, with music and drinks to taste hambient sailing slowly. Needless to say that I and Manuela drinks we drank more 'and that in the absence of a whale, which apparently glimpsed quite often during the tour, we had to denigrate the hippies and, moreover, French captain of the boat.
then the third day we took part in a traditional Polynesian dinner, guests of a local family.
Needless to say, everything included even the little show with classical el'ukulele Polynesian dancers, with a grand finale represented by a practical demonstration of how to open a coconut.
The food was generally very good, especially the Mai Mai, a local fish of considerable size and with a really tasty meat. The only thing really inedible, a kind of fruit I can not remember the name but whose taste / odor will remain 'certainly in my memory. Imagine a sweet and mushy fruit that has the consistency of a homogenized taste of the pecorino and more 'powerful.
sun, sea, diving, swimming, exploring with mask and snorkel, eat plenty of fish and drinking of wine, our fabulous stay in Moorea and 'then ended in the most' fun as possible, that 'renting one for 50cc scooters explore the island along its circumference, taking pictures and watching the sly and unassuming life of the premises. In total we
sixty-six km route, with some stop at the public beach on the island, the local sandwich kiosk and shopping area, where we found that the Italian brands such as Barilla or Nutella, can also be found on an atoll in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.
Needless to say that the moment of departure from Moorea and 'was perceived as suffering atrocious. It 's true that the third and final leg of the tour would end in Bora Bora (the pearl of the Pacific), but leave that place of relaxation, adventures and flaws and' was really hard.
