"b1bob lives it up in Tahiti" a French Polynesia Travel Page by b1bob

Finally, we landed at FAAA Airport in Papeete (pronounced PA-PAY-AY-TAY) at 2.59 on the morning of Saturday, 29 June 1991. 2.59 in Tahiti meant 8.59 in Richmond. Therefore, it doesn't take a brain surgeon to figure I was knackered after 24 hours of travel. There were other similar American groups that were on our coach: from New York; Washington, Pennsylvania; from Westminster, Maryland; Canyon, Texas; and us.

Some Tahitian ladies put floral leis around everyone's neck (which unfortunately aggravated my allergies). After reclaiming our luggage, we got on the coach driven by our Tahitian guide named Lionel. Due to the late, rather early, hour, we went straightaway to our hotel, the Tahiti Country Club. An accommodations dispute in my group delayed my sleep. My room mate, Mr. Rath, pitched a hissy because they didn't put him together with his daughter, Robin. The rules prohibited adult group members from sharing a room with the kids. I was for that rule which kept me from having to room with my brother. You will note that in pictures I take of him in French Polynesia (as well as Sydney, Rotorua and Honolulu), he hammed it up for the camera so much I felt like having him glazed and cloved.