we spent the last few days on the beautiful island of moorea, meeting young and overly keen locals who showed us the local scenery and specialties. I've never seen a group of people drink drive so readily. Rob was brushed by some blooming fauna, resulting in a spray of welts up his already stung and coral shreded arm. he would have treated it sooner, but for the new VW ute dangling off the beach wall after a local's jelly like reaction time in the face of urgent braking. This guy sweated his whole face into his tshirt waiting for the tow rope to come, though apparently this scenario was on its third rerun.
The music, a facinating blend of ukelele and cellphone synth, with peter andre and paris hilton para postre.
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