And I thought that tourism was the Italian point of reference for organizing and style!
just retired after two baggage and exact steps inside the small airport of Tahiti, we are approached by a guy showing off a European and Italian rather clean invites us to follow the van of the hotel. In fact, just a few seconds to realize that in Polynesia, no matter your nationality, 'you may also be silent and secure you the caveresti smoothly. If you declare that you are Sardinian, within a few minutes to reach a former pastor of Orune, who with a smile and strictly in limba, we note that just in case he and 'them at your disposal, only to disappear for the rest the holiday.
On the way to the hotel we open the window and begin to breathe more perfume 'or less unknown, although to be honest, before enjoying the typical postcard from Polynesian backgrounds, you have to deal with some views not exactly luxurious. Tahiti and 'the city' main reason for this is a bit 'a sort of border between reality' is the playground hi.
Poverty 'of the people on the street leaves you a bit' interdict and houses, scattered here and there without apparent logic ', are all made in the same way. He immediately recognizes the oriental style, as the structure of the houses built on one floor and mostly 'with tin and scrap materials, based on a sort of wooden platform resting on the ground at the four corners. Under the platform almost all take a variety of trash and waste materials, mostly bicycle or motorcycle wrecks in danger of extinction. Whereas Polynesia and 'a cluster of volcanic islands in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, not surprising that scooters represent the means of transport more' popular and practical, so 'as bicycles. These luxury goods are then monitored in 90% by hordes of dogs dying and thirsty, looking a bit 'of relief under the platform. Each house has its own dog and every dog \u200b\u200bseems to be tanned worse than the last.
The inhabitants of the houses do not seem to be made better. On the way to the first hotel I stop to observe everyday scenes in the yards and streets. Everything seems to be moving in slow motion.
Then the van arrives at destination with a smile of satisfaction on his lips pressed we get to our room. Beautiful, big, huge shower and a terrace that overlooks a pitch from Golf. Obviously in a few seconds we are already 'in exploration to assess the pool and especially the beach. For more tourists to enter the luxury order two local cocktails. All very beautiful, fine sand, beach umbrellas, deck chairs, sun wraparound at the right point and fairly clean and warm sea. All clearly placed in a picturesque setting of palm trees.
but inevitable 'confrontation with the unique "mom Sardinia ... only too well for that first glimpse of Polynesia.
At this point it should be clear that our package was designed to provide an escalation of emotions going through three islands and three different hotels. Considering therefore Tahiti as a first step, we even decided to give up early to go to the beach to explore the country.
The first objective to try to better understand the company 'local' was of course the supermarket, Carrefour segnalatoci as the reception is not too far away.
Along the way a host of obese kids play in the dirt and running around on a bicycle. Adults do, however, a sort of siesta drinking sodas and eating sandwiches in the many kiosks improvised on the road. Insignia worn by American brands like Coca Cola to give everything a touch of South American favela.
Then the Supermarket ... chock full of high calorie foods, fruits, fish and local products imported from the rest of the world (of course there are more Italian brands' such as the famous Barilla and Nutella).
But what 'leave more' prohibitions and 'obesity' population. Women and men well over 100 kg and most of all Polynesian tattoos on their back with pride, have disappeared in the folds of fat. Not to mention the children ... but eat that stuff!? Here the children do not walk, swing ... In memory of my
Tahitian is actually 'a lot more, also because' the capital, as already 'said, was a bit' the ideal springboard for the real Polynesia ... what we discovered with great pleasure after just two days.
memorable scene at the reception in an attempt to check out and discovered with surprise that the real check-out was set for the next day and that in a sense, after 14 hours flight from London to arrive in Polynesia, we had traveled almost back in time. So the clocks had to be brought back 14 hours ... not continue as we did!
We approach the hand luggage at the desk.
Us: "Hi, we should check out."
Reception: "Gentlemen, we understand that you have to leave the hotel tomorrow and not today!" We
: "No look, we did all the calculations of the case and unfortunately we have to leave the hotel today to go to Moorea!"
Reception : Eheheheh ... (Laughter. ..) We
: "Excuse me, but now that day '!?" ;-)
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