From the moment Mark and I arrived in Moorea two weeks ago,
it has been raining every day; the peaks of the island shrouded in clouds. Sometimes,
it drizzles and gushes all day, sometimes there are breaks between the showers.
Our dirty laundry was piling up for weeks, before one morning started out blue
instead of grey. I seized the moment and washed everything by hand, hung the
clothes on the lifelines and… the sun
almost
finished the job, before I had to rush out and save our garments from more
wetness! At least, we didn’t have to feel guilty staying onboard for days on
end and the weather was perfect to do computer work.
Another morning, we only noticed grey and white clouds,
instead of a dooming black sky. We packed our backpack, donned our newish Teva
sandals, jumped in the dinghy and went ashore. On the Moorea map in Lonely
Planet’s “Pacific Islands”, I had seen a dotted line, a trail, running from the
small village of Pao Pao on the north side of the island and where we were
anchored, to Vaiare on the east side, where the ferries dunk passengers and
tourists multiple times a day. Our goal was, first, to find this trail and
second, to follow it to the other side, over one of the misty mountains.
It took a little while and some asking around, before we set
off on the right foot. We made our way over rocks and dirt, through jungle,
past gardens and between trees. After about half an hour, I had a massive
blister on one of my feet, resulting in changing out the sandal for a flip flop
(I was “prepared”, this had happened before) and Mark uttering words like “I am
never going on a hike with you again when you wear these shoes!” (He would end
up with two blisters by the time the day was over!) So, with one sandal and one
flip flop on my feet, the hard part of our hike started: we were to climb the
steep, muddy path (did I say it had been raining for over a week?) all the way
to the top of this mountain, which size we were unaware of. But, we persisted. Luckily,
there were some roots and rocks to keep us from sliding backwards. The higher
we progressed, the wetter the ground became, and once we reached the top, the
drizzle began. The viewpoint offered us a lot of greyness, what could have been
greatness. On a clear day, the surroundings must look spectacular!
Then, the refreshing mist turned into steady rain. Do we wait it out under the small umbrella
or do we continue? Wasting time to wait out rainstorms has never been part
of our un-Zen-like characters. Realizing that the path would soon turn into a
river and that the downhill part might be more challenging than the way up, we
decided to continue. Once we came to terms with the fact that we (and our gear)
would be soaking wet anyway, we found walking sticks, followed the slippery
trail down the mountain, and quite enjoyed the foggy looking scenery and lush
valley. When we entered well-tended gardens with plants and fruit trees, we
knew the town of Vaiare would not be far.
This village on the east side of Moorea is nothing much: a
ferry dock, a small marina and a few stores. At a grocery store, we asked to
use an outside spigot to clean off our muddy legs and footwear. By then, the
rain was coming down by the buckets, so we waited a little while and had our
lunch in the covered ferry terminal. Not really what we had in mind – instead
of exploring this new area a bit, we headed straight home - but, the weather is
the weather, and at least we were clean and fed before we hitched two rides
back to Cook’s Bay and Irie. Proud of ourselves for finally getting off the
boat and having some exercise, we resumed our usual schedules, taking pictures
of the beautiful surroundings of the bay, each time the sun dared to peak out.
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| Rocky hills surrounding Cook's Bay |
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| Grocery store in Pao Pao at the head of Cook's Bay |
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| Hiking in the valley towards Vaiare |
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| Dooming clouds and rain storms - it looks pretty nasty "out there"! |
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| One of Moorea's shrouded peaks |
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| Irie in Cook's Bay |
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| Cook's Bay - brown after all the rain |
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| Pao Pao's waterfront with outrigger canoes stored on shore |
