Post card sunset
Matt and I took off for the Cook Islands for some R&R. I am exhausted from the past year, and we will be moving again soon to our permanent house once our stuff gets here. I needed a break before the next phase begins. Plus, we went from winter to winter. While the weather here has been warmer and more pleasant than normal (thanks climate change), it is still winter, and I am so over sweaters and coats, and the cold and dreariness. It would be nice to be in perfect 78º weather.
Cook Islands is a country made up of 15 islands in the Southern Pacific Ocean. It is “Polynesian,” which translates to islands, coconut trees, and beautiful blue water with coral reefs. Like most island chains, the Cook Islands were formed by ancient volcanos. As the volcano is swallowed by the earth and sinks, what is left is islands and an atoll from what was once the rim of the volcano. The atoll acts as a breaker and the ocean inside the breakers or reef becomes a lagoon.
About four hours flying time from New Zealand and far out in the Pacific, the Cook Islands were once a protectorate of New Zealand, but they gained their independence in 1974. New Zealand still sees to their protection in the sense that if needed, they will send in the troops/. Its main industry is tourism, and it serves as a vacation spot for Kiwis and Aussies.
The largest and main island is Rarotonga. We booked an over-the-water bungalow on a smaller island, Aitutaki, that required another 40-minute plane hop from Rarotonga. The island is very rustic with no real town to speak of, just a few small stores and a harbor. But that did not matter since we were preoccupied with getting out in the water. Aitutaki is the ideal—one of several smaller islands surrounded by an atoll that forms a huge lagoon with very shallow water in the middle of the reef making for easy snorkeling and swimming. Our resort, the Aitutaki Lagoon Private Island Resort, was on an even smaller island separated by a channel from the main island of Aitutaki. A little ferry shuttled us over a channel to get to the island.
Our bungalow was at the end of the row leaving us with the water to ourselves.
View from the bungalow
We should have been able to jump in the water from the deck and go for a swim. Unfortunately, we were very near the ocean breakers at the reef and there was such a strong undercurrent in front of our cabin it was almost impossible to swim against it. I tried to snorkel but could not stay in one place long enough to see the fish. I either could not move forward, or I was pushed back. But we soon figured out that if we faced the right way we could just float with the current along the shoreline, no swimming necessary.
The food at the resort was excellent, much to our surprise. The only problem–and to call this a problem is ridiculous–the catch of the day, every day, was fresh tuna. I stopped eating fresh tuna years ago due to overfishing and general degradation of the fishery. But they had tuna in spades as their daily catch. We had no choice. It was delicious and cooked perfectly. We had seared tuna steaks, fish and chips made with tuna, tuna curry, and tuna steaks again. We ate so much fresh tuna I think tuna oil was coming out of my pores.
We did not have a car while on the island, so we had to rely on the local taxi service run by Auntie Rima. She would take you anywhere on the island for $10 per person. Auntie Rima was a kick. She talked a lot about the goings on in Aitutaki. She knew everyone and everyone knew her. Like Eva Gabor, she called everyone “darling,” and somehow that sounded right. In any other world, she would have been the mayor. As we drove along, she pointed out things of interest, the highest vantage point on the island, the local school, the new hospital, the 24-hour store. That store was a big deal. Yeah, there is not much doing on Aitutaki.
While we spent a lot of time doing nothing, we did go out on the water. Our first outing was whale watching. The tour offered a chance to swim with the whales, which meant getting into the water with our snorkel gear and watching the whales underwater. It did not work out that way. We did see whales, but they were not in the mood to play with us. Each time we spotted them, they took off, and we never did get to swim with them. That’s okay. It was fun being out on the water. The whales breached for us (sorry no pics) and one gave us a wave of his tail fin. We also spotted sea turtles bobbing along.
We signed up for a snorkeling trip with Kia Orana Cruises, a small boat with only eight passengers. When we started out the weather was not great, it was overcast with wind and periodic showers. The water was kicking up and there were some big swells. I don’t get seasick, and this was definitely a ride that would make a person seasick. Matt took some homeopathic drug that worked great. So even though the boat was bouncing like a bronco, we got through it soaked, but on one piece.
We visited four other islands, as well as a shipwreck for some excellent snorkeling with Giant Trevally, both black and blue fin. These are huge fish, some weighing up to 175 pounds and five feet long. They are also good eating when available.
We stopped on Maina Island for lunch with traditional Cook Islands food prepared by the captain himself. He served us grilled fish. I asked what kind of fish he responded “eating fish.” That it was. It was delicious. We also had paw paw (papaya) salad, sauteed bread fruit, bananas, and sea grapes, which were deliciously salty with a pop. If you like eating seaweed, these were great. (Me, I love seaweed. Seaweed is a staple in Japanese food and I have developed a taste for it. I eat just about everything Japanese.) During lunch, we watched hermit crabs sidle along to wherever they seemed determined to go.
At night, we worked on our astrophotography from our cabin deck. It was gloriously dark, and I found out how good my iPhone camera is at taking pictures of the Milky Way. We have the core of the galaxy, in the second picture is another part of the Milky way with the Southern Cross and a dark nebula. And the final picture did strain my phone, but I got the Small Magellanic Cloud, a dwarf galaxy next to our Milky Way galaxy. [To think about all of the money and effort that people spend on this kind of photography and I did it with a simple phone is incredible. Once Apple figures out telephoto photography, I will never buy another DSLR.]
All in all, the Cook Islands were beautiful and fun. I think it is a good bet we will go back and on our next trip there, we will stay on Rarotonga. I hope we will go fishing and play with sea turtles. I have a goal.
Some more pics:
Clouds over uninhabited island
A Yank Among the Kiwis 