Kia orana! Cock-a-doodle-do!!! At 2 am? Really? Cock-a-doodle-do!!! In multiples, closer, louder, and more frequently? Really? I shoved earplugs in quickly, grateful for the ability to mute the sound...or it was going to be a long 2 wks! Cause chickens and roosters are Everywhere!
Life seems really laid back, traffic is lite, and locals were most often from New Zealand or Australia. Native Polynesian locals were most often, the 'workers'. Taking the local bus all the way around the island is nearly an hour, but well worth it, as the beaches are amazing, towns are small, and landscape, scenic.
Didn't do much for the first few days, mostly hung out with Branko and Ida who had me laughing so much, my cheeks, ribs, and abdominal muscles ached. Branko doesn't speak English, he speaks Branko, ie: 'I go to the gym and push some iron' (aka lift weights).
Me: Do you recall what you did last night, or were you too drunk?'
Branko: 'I never drunk, I was socially tired from the refreshments!'
(pics:Cassandra and Terry from Monterey! Dance class, island views, Branko and Ida, wild life ( geckos and chickens in the airport)
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If you suitcase could talk, oh the stories it could tell.
that's the truth!
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