Rarotonga Thru The DH's eyes

 I have traveled a fair amount, and I have visited some great cities. I love architecture and museums and castles and ruins and central markets and even double-decker bus tours. But, I am a sucker for a tropical beach.~ Chelsea Cain

One of the things that allures me to the South Pacific is the concept of "island time." We have an approximation of it in the Ozarks. Being punctual for anything is the exception rather than the norm. But in these islands, the "timelessness" of life is on steroids. If it doesn't get done today, tomorrow is coming. 

There's no need to hurry. Nothing is so urgent that you can't slow down and enjoy the moment.

 

I feel my blood pressure lowering just thinking of the blossom-soaked air and light breeze on these islands...

Unless of course the tide is out. Then it's tainted by sad trapped sea creatures who didn't quite make it back to the open ocean. One of the photos in this montage is of a wild dog chasing fish in the shallows. We did enjoy watching the dog pounce and splash around until it caught its lunch. 

Sadly, that dog may be someone else's lunch eventually. I remember our guide on Bora Bora in 2016 asking us not to hate him, but sometimes, he just got hungry for dog. He was quick to say that the feral dogs that run wild in the South Pacific are no one's pets, so it's not like eating my Charlie or Albert (though truth to tell, at 5 pounds, Albert wouldn't make a mouthful!) 

I still think dogs are what Hugh Ross, a noted astrophysisist, calls "soul-ish" animals. They feel. They think. They dream. 

And I'm so thankful never to have been hungry enough to eat one.