The doubly named Bora Bora was our third island in French Polynesia. It has a number of swanky resorts but the rest of the island is very pleasant also. We rented a couple of well-worn one speed bicycles (Deborah called them Pee Wee Herman bikes, but his was much nicer) with which to circle the island on a 22km (13 mi) mostly flat road. About a half hour down the road the seat on Deborah’s bike slid down to the bottom of the post, forcing her knees to be constantly bent as she tried to pedal. She said she felt like a circus monkey. I wisely refrained from drawing any correlation between the collapse of her bicycle seat and the weight of a certain part of her anatomy. We were able to borrow a wrench from a man working on his car to repair the seat to its proper height and continue on our journey.
Riding the bikes was great fun and we stopped often to admire views, take photos, grab a coke, and once to cool off in the lagoon. While floating in the water, a stingray passed between us and the shore, no more than 10 feet away. We also thought we saw a humpback whale but it turned out to just be another passenger from our cruise ship. All in all it was a great day which we finished off with some Tahitian beer before tendering back to the ship. Next up we have four straight days at sea (which is about three too many) before landing in Maui.
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