After finishing a few morning chores Rowan and I went our separate ways. I wanted to go and look at the markets and town, Rowan needed to burn off a bit of energy after a very early morning call. He found a hike to a waterfall, it was a 5km walk out of town before getting to the trail, he returned home after completing 14kms and couldn’t believe I wasn’t home. I had a wonderful time pootling around the streets and markets, hoping to get a little something for Rowan’s birthday.
In the evening we joined Glen and Oana for happy hour cocktails at the bar over the water. Rowan had invited Patrice on the boat behind us, a Frenchman waiting for his second wife to join him from Paris, who he has 5 kids with. He lived in London for 5 years with his first wife who is English, they had no kids. He has a slightly awkward manner, interestingly he runs his art dealership from the boat and his wife joins him occasionally, otherwise he skippers single handed, across both the Atlantic and Pacific oceans.
We headed into town after some very loud live music and found some pretty delicious street food. Glen then took us to an artisanal brewery tucked away in the rather grim port area. They also had great live music and I thought their IPA was particularly good. We didn’t last too long, we were definitely the oldest there by a long way.
Live music with Moorea as a backdrop. French Polynesia is very accepting of transgender people, in fact it is very common and often the youngest son is brought up as a girl if the family has no daughters. We have had a few transgender waitresses, this singer sung like a woman with gusto!
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