Nice plane, but not ours... |
Because we
were early like always before a flight, we could spend an entire hour in the
Air New Zealand lounge. So much nice food *_* Finally we could leave this cold
country and were hit by a heat shock when we left the plane in Rarotonga.
Because my dad already told me, I wasn’t this much surprised but enjoyed it
anyway: an elderly man playing the guitar and singing for the people waiting
for their luggage, sitting on a chair in the baggage claim area behind the
baggage belt.
As we
weren’t already spoiled enough during the flight, eating and drinking from
porcelain dishes and real glasses with fabric napkins (we were unexpectedly upgraded
to Economy plus and sat in the first row), we noticed to have public wireless
at the airport, at least as long as there were planes scheduled. What a
revolutionary thing!
After having
seen the San Andreas catastrophe movie on our flight, I was glad to see such a
wonderful world, both on Rarotonga and Aitutaki. Rarotonga pleased with its
green mountain needles, the Aitutaki atoll with its turquoise color. Arriving
in Aitutaki, we were greeted by the Queen and brought to her garden lodge where
we would spend two nights. The actually short way seemed sooooo long lasting,
because the Queen’s husband didn’t drive much faster than foot pace, and
everybody who overtook was denounced to be in a hurry. So we chugged
along the roads with my dad on the rental scooter behind us.
One corner of Aitutaki |
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