Mesmerising

Bora Bora is very different from Huahine. Tourism to the South Pacific started here, and in Fiji, after the II World War, when the airstrips built by the US military were opened to civilian aircrafts. It's busy, the Heiva is in full swing, much busier than Huahine, but it doesn't feel cramped or touristic. Maybe, thanks to the fact that most luxury resorts aren't on the main island, but on the "motu" (reef islands).

The island is just incredibly beautiful: the almost vertical walls, that millennia ago were part of the crater of a volcano, dominate the landscape; they're visible from anywhere in the island.

I'm staying a bit off the main town, Vaipete, a short stroll away from what functions as the centre.

Today, I spent most of the day cycling the 32 kilometres of the island's perimeter. I tried to climb some hill, but the last third of the path was covered by an overgrown stingy bush -my legs look as if I was attacked by a bunch of angry cats.

After dinner, I spent almost one hour watching a group's dance routines rehearsal. Mesmerising. Mesmerised. As if I were falling in love with these people.

I leave tomorrow for Moorea (still Tuesday night here). I'm staying at a surf B&B. The plan is to do some surfing, but who knows!