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Published: November 16th 2007
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Cook Island Money
Triangular Coin And A Coin Featuring A Shell- How Cool! Our arrival back to Rarotonga was met with our favorite travelling past time of not really knowing what we were doing and hence missing the bag storage bloke by a nat's whisker which duelly left us standing around for half an hour added to another 45 minutes on the other side of the road waiting for the local clockwise bus to pick us up from the RSA airport stop. Think we left our heads in Aitutaki lagoon!
Eventually the bus turned up but drove by extremely slowly and shouted at us to catch the bus behind with unsure indication whether the next bus would arrive promtly or be another hours wait. We prepared for the worst but luckily it turned up 5 minutes later, packed to the rafters but we managed to squeeze ourselves and our baggage onto the bus. As the bus jerked forward I looked at No who looked rather concerned, I later found out that his shorts had begun to fall down and he wasn't wearing any underwear. Fortunately he was able to cling onto them until the bus stopped at the market. Most the people got off and we grabbed a couple of seats and enjoyed
Island Night
Lots of Dancing the drive around to our accommodation happy that No had retained his modesty.
We arrived at Vara's Beach House, quickly downed our bags and hired a scooter to get into town before it shut until monday. Thats one of annoying things about the Cook Islands is that the shops are only open 8am - 4pm weekdays then only mornings on saturdays so your kind of stranded over the weekend.
Before we left the Cook Islands we had to go to an island night to taste the local food and see traditional polyesian dancing. We arrived at the venue early, in fact we were the only ones there but were told that it was going to be a full house so we sat down and were very shortly joined by 2 others on our table. It was nice to exchange travelling stories with the others but comically as the night wore on I couldn't help but notice that half the tables in the place were empty. Keen to try the local food we piled our plates high with Maniota (grey potato - not more grey food!), coconut fish curry and pineapple colesaw. After dinner the traditional music and dancing
Rarotonga
Small Motu Across The Shore began. The guy dancers were wearing very small loin cloths and the girls grass skirts and very uncomfortable looking coconut shell bra's. The dancing was good, very upbeat with lots of hip shaking, luckily the dancers clothes didn't fall off.
Our last day in the Cook Islands was spent feeling a little sad we were leaving, true to form we decided to hit the beach one more time. As we were just getting to the sand a dog took a liking to No and lead us all the way up the beach until we sat down. It then stayed with us while we sunbathed however more dogs began to join us. It started to get a bit much when we were surrounded by six all sat in the sand around us. The puppy of the group started to knaw on No's towel around his neck and the last straw came as it began to get overly friendly so we decided to call it a day.
We both loved the Cook Islands and have vowed to come back on holiday in the future. The Cook Islands is definately a place you have to visit at least once before you
die, it is absolutely goregous!
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Morag Willsher
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Dodgy Dog!
Was there a full moon that night - I really don't think that's yer average mut? Love the the little island though - it looks like a little tuft of home grown cress!