Throughout the night, despite how drained we were from our travels, the roosters incessant crowing at all hours kept us drifting in and out of our slumber.
We eagerly got out of bed inspired by the island spirit to jump straight into the sea, although the clouds continued to dominate the skies above us, and threatened to pour with rain. In the end, we admired the sea from a safe distance whilst we had breakfast and waited patiently for the sun to call.
It did make brief curtain calls whilst the rain alternated between sprinkles and showers and not one to sit quietly rain or not, we got off our butts and took to the roads once again. In the rain, we walked for an hour to get to the Intercontinental Beachcomber Resort in search of Moorea Tattoo by the beach. A little wooden hut on the sand with the best views hands down, Moorea Tattoo is owned by James, a friendly and jovial fellow who welcomed us to his studio. We spent an hour chatting to him and at the end, he invited us to join him to spend the afternoon. And thus, we clambered into his messy 4WD, picked up a friend and drove around the island guzzling cans of beer and smoking as the rain continued well into the evening.
“What a birthday to remember!”
“Yes, with beer, smokes and rain in the middle of the Pacific. Not bad”
“Well, never had a birthday liked that before. Can’t complain”
“Yea, beats being in a bus, huh?”
After a can too many, James dropped us back at Chez Nelson where we shared a meal of instant noodles and fried eggs (another first for a birthday dinner!) and not too long after that, fell asleep.
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