On the 23rd of November 2014 David and I bid our final farewells, handed the keys of our house to our tenants and boarded a bus to Heathrow – this is where we’ve been so far ……..
As we arrive at the entrance to the church for the Sunday morning service I am greeted with a kiss and given an exotic yellow flower to wear as a corsage. Other people are arriving, the women in long colourful dresses topped with “Rito” hats made from white coconut fronds which have been elaborately adorned with flowers and beads. The men, some holding chubby faced babies, are all grins and oiled hair. Continue reading
Having chosen a privately owned apartment to stay in on Rarotonga, the capital island of the Cook Islands, there was no representative and fancy minibus to meet us as there was for some of the other tourists. Instead we flung our backpacks on and made our way to the bus stop, joining locals as they finished their days work. We sat in the back, our packs propped up beside us, Continue reading