The last time we wrote we were all feeling very anxious about the air strike in Easter Island. We all loved Easter Island but only quite realised how isolated it was when we feared to be stuck there for an indefinite time (some of the party were particularly glad as we now knew all 320 or so statues almost intimately)! However, we were lucky as the air strike stopped the evening before our scheduled departure for Tahiti. Everyone felt relieved, as it would not have been in order to mess up our schedule. And so, on 21 December, the nine of us packed into the plane at 1:00 in the morning for a six-hour journey down to Tahiti. We arrived at 1:20 in the morning and transferred quickly by taxi to the hotel we were to spend the next week in. A certain amount of tension reigned while the three boys got their sleeping arrangements sorted (thank you Martha for tipping generously a hotel worker who brought a camp bed to allow for each of the boys to have their own bed).
|Jelly fish don't seem so bad now...|
|Papeete airport - one of the 5 McDonalds in all French Polynesia|