Helen: Well that says it all really - how could a Brit be happier on holiday?! We've had a productive day today - C has hired a motorbike and booked another tattoo session to fill in some of the gaps on his arm, and I've collected a mountain of leaflets (Daddy would be proud) about what to do and reserved a table at the local curry house for supper.
We arrived yesterday evening with Candine - the first few days were a bit rough (35-45 knots) but then the wind disappeared and we had to motor the whole last day - typical! Lots of fun though - music courtesy of Anton's guitar (but if I hear Paul Simon or Dire Straits again before Christmas it'll be too soon - the CD player just plays continuously and no one could be bothered to change it!) Actually, everyone on board is so laid back that no one could be bothered to do much so I played mother for a week and cooked and cleaned - the boys were pretty grumpy that I made them eat vegetables instead of pancakes. I'm a pancake nazi apparently. But we had pancakes today - made by a Canadian the way they should be. Smothered in real maple syrup. Yum.
Really really enjoying Rarotonga so far - the people are great, scenery is stunning (C's already spied some rocks for climbing...) and they speak English with a heart meltingly relaxing Kiwi accent. Nothing is too much trouble.
Right, gotta dash.
Lots of love
H&C (both clean for the first time in a week - oh that feels good :) and we're doing laundry tomorrow. Wooohooo!!)
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