August 25, 2012
After the better part of a work week spent in Arue and
Papeete reprovisioning the boat, taking on fuel, doing laundry, tracking down
parts on the “boat buy” list (almost all of which remained elusive), and shopping
for souvenirs, we took a break and headed out to see some of the island whose barrier reef we had been sheltering behind.
|The bustling municipal market in downtown Papeete: A feast for the sailor's senses!|
After looking into the bus route and discovering that we
couldn’t even visit two destinations in
one day due to the bus schedules, we decided to rent a car. Like many islands, Tahiti has a "belt road" that travels the island's circumference. Our trip started at
Point Venus lighthouse, where Captain James Cook was charged with observing the
transit of Venus across the Sun in order to calculate the distance between the
Earth and the Sun. (Apparently, his calculations were grossly in error due to
the inaccuracy of the measurement instruments of the time.) Point Venus had at
least two previous names before its current one.
|Vendors making and selling leis and flower crowns out of Tahitian gardenia, basil, and orchids|
|The Point Venus lighthouse was built by Thomas Stevenson, father of author Robert Louis Stevenson|
We continued on to Faarumai Waterfalls, a series of three
cascades. We only made the short trip to the first waterfall due to time constraints.
|The trail to the waterfalls led through a stand of bamboo...|
|....and over this scenic bridge|
The drive along the west coast of Tahiti took us along a
scenic coastal road. There were popular surfing spots and rougher areas where
huge surf crashed against the rocks along the island’s edge. The road was
dotted with villages, so there was a lot of traffic, almost all of which was
traveling above the speed limit.
|Faarumai Falls looked a lot like Le Cascade on Fatu Hiva|
Tahiti is actually composed of two landmasses, joined by an
isthmus. The larger portion of the island, Tahiti Nui, is where Papeete is
located, and the smaller landmass is called Tahiti Iti. When we reached the
junction of Tahiti Nui and Tahiti Iti at the southern tip of Tahiti Nui, we
took a detour to the Taravao Plateau. A beautiful country road winding through
grassy hillsides on which cattle were grazing---looking more like America’s
dairy country than tropical Tahiti---led us to the viewpoint at the plateau.
From there, we had big picture views of Tahiti Nui and its barrier reef. On a
clear day, you can supposedly see Moorea from this viewpoint, but we didn’t
have the weather for that.
|Tahiti Nui as seen from Tahiti Iti|
After a stop for lunch, we visited the Gauguin Museum and
the adjacent Botanical Garden. These stops were somewhat disappointing. The
Gauguin Museum was dilapidated and falling apart in places, and the botanical
garden was equally not well maintained. The Gauguin Museum told the story of
Gauguin’s life and evolution as an artist, but left out some significant
details, such as the age of his Tahitian mistress (who has also been called a child-concubine): 14. The only works
exhibited were prints or postcard-sized reproductions. There were some larger
works (oil on burlap canvasses) that looked authentic, but---considering they
were on exhibit in open-air buildings, exposed to the heat and humidity---were certainly reproductions. Since Gauguin died at Atuona, Hiva Oa, in
French Polynesia, I thought the wood carvings that framed the doorway to his
house, Maisson de Jouir (“House of
Pleasure”) were probably the originals, but Patrick disagreed. There was no
docent at the museum, and we were too insecure about our lack of French to ask
questions of the only staff present, the woman who took our entrance fee (300
cfp in 2012).
|The white line where surf is breaking delineates the outer edge of the barrier reef|
|Woodcuts from Maison du Jouir|
We saw some beautiful plants at the Botanical Garden, but
the lack of an interpretive side reduced our enjoyment. There was obviously
some kind of self-guided tour at one time:
We saw numbers on some of the botanical specimens and signs (many broken
or in disrepair) bearing the names of some others. However, we were not given a
map or a guide to the walking tour, and the various routes through the garden
(whose paths were delineated on a color-coded sign near the entrance) were not
clearly marked once you embarked on a route. We concluded that the entrance fee
(600 cfp in 2012) went mostly towards mowing the lawn.
|Gauguin's Tahitian journal|
|Red flower or modified leaf|
|The size of a Tahitian philodendron is a bit larger than houseplants sold in the U.S.|
|A purple water lily|
The mape forest was one of the most spectacular parts of the Botanical Garden.
|Otherworldly Mape roots|
Since it was getting late in the day, we skipped the fern
grotto (which appeared inviting from what we could see of it from the road.) Like
the waterfalls, it seemed like this outdoor destination on the driving tour of
Tahiti was one of the more pleasant ones.
I found the west coast of Tahiti Nui to be the most beautiful. The ocean was on the left, and high peaks that gave occasional glimpses into Tahiti's interior valleys were on our right.
Our final stop on the belt road was at a restored marae, or ceremonial ground, Marae
Arahurahu. The size of the site was much smaller than those we had seen in the
Marquesas. In addition, the modern renovations gave the site an almost
cartoonish nature when juxtaposed with the ancient ruins. However, I reminded
myself that this site is currently in use as a gathering place and ceremonial
site and is therefore, living history.
|Small marae with tiki|
site had a "leaning stone," where important members of the congregation
could rest while the priest was offering up prayers. The red horizontal
platform is a table where offerings of food were (and perhaps still
|Leaning stone and offering table on platform|
|Figures like this have a specific name and purpose, but I didn't take notes. |
|Altar at end of platform in large marae|
|Detail of altar with cornerstone|
*We did learn that Marlon Brando actually owns an atoll north of Tahiti.
We missed the Museum of Tahiti and Its Islands in Punaauia,
which in hindsight, probably would have been a better investment of our time
than the visit to the Gauguin Museum.
|Marlon Brando tiki (I made that up, but doesn't it look like him?)*|
On the way home, we stopped at the Intercontinental
(formerly Beachcomber) Hotel for tropical drinks lavishly decorated with green
orange slices and pink frangipani blossoms. We hit happy hour, so the drinks
weren’t ridiculously expensive, but we ended up staying for dinner, which was.
We wanted to see the Intercontinental’s Polynesian dance show and had time to
kill. It was a teriffic review full of young, energetic dancers and eye-catching
costumes. The show was amped up for tourists---fast paced and with a corny
infusion of humor---however, the dance moves were authentic. We saw many of the
same moves we had seen in the Marquesas; and although Patrick didn’t enjoy the
show as much as the ones we’d seen there, I felt that the skill of execution
and the pace at which the dancers had to perform made this dance show even more
physically challenging than those we had seen in a more serious setting. The
gala Polynesian dance show was a fitting end to our day out as tourists in
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