A turn for a worse.....

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Me and my friends night out on the town...before the disasters began

As Thursdsay arrived, we had already made peace with the fact that we would see no more sunshine on the Island.  Instead, the warm beaming rays we had felt from the begginning of the week had been replaced by rain and dark looming clouds that threatened more thunder. 

As it turns out, I love thunder.  And experiencing such storms from a tiny island in the South Pacific seemed quite special, not disapointing.  Hell, we were still in paradise and had absolutely no reason to start feeling sorry for oursleves. 

The weather we could handle, and actually gave me a good push up the backside to go out on foot and explore the local bush land without the sweat inducing heat rendering me usless. 

Though now, looking back, the turn in the weather was just the beggining of the bad luck to come;  That night me and my friend set out for a night in Avarua.

If anyone sees this guy, give him a kick in the nuts from me!
  We had seen the various drinking holes in the town during the week, and knew that thursday would be our last chance to get wasted and utilise these quaint beach side establishments....  every other night had been mild and sober (pretty unusal for two 24 year olds!)   So off we went, on the 7 o'clock 'clockwise' bus heading into the capital, and first found ourselves in a bar/restuarant called Trader Jacks.  This place is right on the water, where you can sit in the open air, enjoying the atmosphere and wonderful food.  Not that on this occasion we opted for food......tonight was all about the vodka.

Eventually we ended up in a bar called 'Whatever'.  I can imagine that during the day this place would be picture perfect - you have to walk up a set of rickaty wooden stairs into an open area with a very basic set-up of tables and seating.

Us safely back in Auckland...enjoying the sunshine! haha
.... and of course - the bar!  'Whatever' is set so close to the ocean that you can smell the salty air, and hear the waves crashing onto the shore.  I really seemed like something out of 'Cocktail' ....the perfect laid back Pacific retreat.   Even as the rain began to fall again, a short time after our arrival, it didnt seem to hinder the experience.....  people were suddenly dancing on tables in the open air, underneath the stars, lapping up the warm with thier hands in the air.  It was a magical moment.  If I close my eyes I can still see the smiles on the faces of the revellers, the pure happiness whirling around me.  Me and my friend were so love struck by the place we decided to remain there until it was time to catch the bus back to The Lagoon Lodges.

Somewhere amongst the evening, after already being rather tipsy we were approached by two local guys, a Cook Island maori and a Samoan.  Both myself and my buddy are keen travellers - who relish in talking to locals whilst abroad....not seeking out other Brits or Kiwis - and therefore at the time, we were both happy in their company, swapping stories of different cultures, hearing about local honey-pots only a local would know..... and just generally enjoying banter with the opposite sex! 

It was harmless fun.  Or so we thought.

Cutting a long story short-  we missed our bus home, and this was one of the reasons why we allowed them to give us lifts home on thier scooters.  Writing this now pains me.....  all our sanity must have gone out the window 

BUT they were soooo nice to us.  Of course they were.  They were in the process of setting us up, and robbing us.

Much to my utter disgust we chose to return their affections, thinking we were the ones in control of what was happening.   Being utterly drunk and in the no fit state to make serious decisions, I remember falling before one of the guys had left.  I awoke the next morning to my friends frantic shouting.  

Where was her Ipod?

Where was the $300 that was on the coffee table in her purse?

Of course it took less than a second to realise what had happened.  THE BASTARD!  Soon after i realised my mobile phone which had been on my bed-side table....inches from my face....had been taken also whilst i had been sleeping.  It still makes my skin crawl.  Several other smaller items had been taken; it was something the whole day was tainted by - noticing yet another item that was no longer where it should have been.  The worst thing of all of it was watching my friend.  She normally has the balls of an ox, theres nothing she wouldnt try, so confident and out-going.  That day, something changed in her. 

Despite this I still feel lucky.  Both of our passports remained, as did our digital cameras.  But most importantly we were okay,  and un-harmed. Physically at least.  Ironically we were due to fly later that day and we unable to do bugger all about the incident, apart from informing our manager at the Lodges.    In a way this was for the best- I dont think either of us would have been able to stay there again that night had we not been flying til the morning, we didnt feel safe there anymore.

It's a leason we learnt the hard way; its only so easy to believe yourself almost indescructable, even in twenties we made the mistake of thinking being young makes you untouchable and that these things will never happen to you.  In all my years of travelling this is the only negative experience ive had (touch wood) but i know that many others arent so lucky.  

Alcohol is BAD news.  Soberly neither of us would have made such bad judgements... we were stupid.  If your in a big group then great.  But two girls alone.....wasted.  Your asking for trouble. 

The excitement didnt end there.  Later that night at the Airport terminal, due to problems with her visa, my friend was denied board onto the flight as they felt she wouldnt get through New Zealand Immigration......apparently (which, just for the record, they were totally wrong about).  But they took her off into a back room of the airport to talk to her, leaving me alone, absolutely terrified, watching the departure lounge slowly empty as the other tourists embarked the plane.   If we missed that flight neither of us the money to re-book, but after what had just happened there was no way I could have left her behind.   After an hour of airport interogation for Alex, we were finally reunited and  the last two people to board a now very delayed flight back to auckland (THANK FUCK!!!!!!!).   When that plane took off......up into the midnight sky of the south pacific I have never felt such relief in my entire life.  The past 24 hours had been such an emotionally exhausting experience, for both of us, and despite our  normal trademark sadness of having to leave a new country, we smiled with happiness as we saw the lights of rarotonga fade into the distance.

Now, the last thing I want is for someone to read this and be put off, in any way, by the islands.  The Rarotongans were such an incredibly beautiful and friendly race. With the obvious exception, everyone I encountered was helpfull and happy, seemingly proud to see our european faces enjoying their country.  Some of the smiles I received from random ladies or children in the street were so authentic and radiant it actually warmed my blood a little. Far friendlier than the looks from youths back in the UK.   A lot of these familes have so little compared to us, they earn little money nor have half the amenities we will through life.  Yet they smile.  They smile from ear to ear.  They laugh and play and dance.  And they have an Island paradise home that radiates that happiness and spirit, which I recomend anyone to go see for themselves.

Unfortunately I wont be going back.  Well, the only reason I would be going back would be to track down that one-eyed loser and manually remove the testicles from his body with my teeth :)




katy_custard says:
I wish I had of done.... I did show the pics to our rarotongan rep who even recognised the guy! apparently done the same thing at different resorts. You live you learn ay...
Posted on: Jan 27, 2011
Stigen says:
That's a scary experience there , but the most important thing is that they did'nt try to harm you guys...only going for the cash. You should have reported them , you've even got pictures!
Posted on: Jan 27, 2011
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