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Arriving in Rarotonga seemed like a dream come true. Despite the darkness, I could already make out the palm trees that lined the roads, hear the roar of the Pacific Ocean, and saw the warm smiles on the faces of the rarotongans that met us from the Airport and transfered us safely to our accomodation. Every sensation I experienced was another reason to believe we had reached paradise.
We arrived at the Lagoon Lodges at around two oclock in the morning, and whilst the other guests slept in their apartments, we carried out a throughout tour of the establishment. It was very basic; a main reception buidling set amongst 20 or so self catering bungalows, each with their own deck, ideal for lazy afternoons enjoying the gardens, which even without light showed real potential.
The following few days are a blur; they were lost to mornings spent hiking through the near by bushland, and lazy afternoons lapping up the intermittement sunshine on the perfect white sand beaches. Hiring a scooter or car is a mandatory activity, which we did on day two, driving right the way round the island, anti-clockwise, stopping at honey-pots along the way. Muri Beach is one of the most stunning on the island, so beautiful you think for a moment your in a make-believe land. Surely the sky couldnt really be that blue, nor the colour of the sand so brilliant white.
It goes without saying that the first few days of this holiday were amongst the most relaxed of my entire life; we were so content, so happy we had managed to get out to the island during our year in New Zealand. It was the closest thing to perfect a holiday could ever get.
Then the wind changed.
The new weather pattern that worked it way towards the Cook Islands that particular week, seemed to bring about a sinister turn in our trip, and before we knew it, we were literally counting the hours till we could get off the island and back to the safely of Auckland.