Although Huahine is the most breath taking and beautiful place I have ever been in my life, the stretches of white sand beaches were pretty much gobbled up by the resorts so we took the opportunity to enjoy the scenery over a drink.

Huahine is now our favorite island in all of French Polynesia, the combination of anchorages, landscape, quaint villages, and the people made it kind of the land that time forgot. In fact the whole island looked like a planted tropical garden with such a varied array of plants, flowers and fruit trees. And motus rested peacefully on the tranquil turquoise water around the island.

July 21

The problem with cruising is that, no matter how nice the place, you eventually have to move on and the clock was ticking on our Visa so we said farewell to Endless and made a course for Bora Bora, with a possible stop in Raiatea for propane.

An interesting area was in a town called Maeva (welcome in Polynesian). There were the remains of about thirty marae (mah-RYE) – sacred enclosures or temples. Construction had begun on them in about 900 AD and continued right up until foreign diseases arrived with the Europeans and 90% of the population died. Most marae had floors of big flat boulders, then big slabs of coral rock marking the chiefs’ ceremonial platforms.