Home again

It's not going to be easy to decompress after 8 days in French Polynesia, although the trip home certainly did its part.

It's not easy getting to and from Papeete. We flew from Atlanta to Los Angeles, had a 7 hour layover, and then flew on to Tahiti. It was a long trip, but the excitement of what was ahead certainly lessened the rigors of tourist class seats on Delta (not awful; we spent a few extra dollars for Economy Comfort,) and on Air Tahiti Nui (tiny seats, 8 hours.)

The trip home was the same but with longer waits in between.

After disembarking the Paul Gauguin at noon, we were taken on a 3 hour tours of Tahiti. At 3 we got into our room at the InterContinental where we repacked with emphasis on the Air Tahiti Nui weight restrictions. (Air Tahiti Nui is serious about not going over weight requirements. They even have limits on the weight of carry-on luggage.)

We left Papeete at midnight, arrived in LA at 10 AM, checked into the Sheraton, slept, watched part of a football game, ate dinner, then went back to the airport for the last leg. The flight left at 10:45 PM and we got to Atlanta at 6 AM. Home, kiss the dog, sleep in your own bed for 6 hours, and now begin to come back to life.

What day is this again?

In a day or so we'll reflect on the trip, showcase Rebecca's photographs, and give you the details on how to book this trip for yourself. Which you should do.

Right now, however, Mark's going to get another cup of coffee.