I didn’t show any pictures of the crazy teeny tiny Moorea airport yet, so here we go. We’ll start with the entrance…
Where you check in…
And then the benches you wait on and the door to get to the plane…
No TSA, no security, no… nothing.
We were nervous about the weight of our luggage and carryons. Air Tahiti is really strict and we’ve read horror stories. We quickly learned that it’s all about who you get when checking in.
We stood in line praying for one person over the other. If we got the guy, he wasn’t weighing carryons, and if we got the lady, we’d be sunk. Thankfully, it worked out. We got the guy. He barely looked at my carryons, let alone weigh them. He simply asked how many tags I’d need. Then, on the way back to Tahiti at the end of our trip, I told the person behind the counter we still had our previous tags, so she didn’t even bother questioning our luggage. Phew.
We met another couple who not only had to pay extra, but had to basically redo all their packing in order to limit their carryon weight. We lucked out, I tell you.
Anyway… Everyone makes a big deal about wanting to be the first bunch on the plane in order to get the best seats. We didn’t stress over it. In fact, we ended up being one of the last people on the plane, so much so that we were nervous we wouldn’t even find seats together. We did, in the very front of the plane, on the less desirable side. Well, to our surprise, right before takeoff, the flight attendant approached us asking if we wouldn’t mind changing seats, because this side of the plane was too heavy (was she calling us fat? Don’t think that thought didn’t cross my mind lol). Anyway, we of course had no problem doing so, and she placed us in the last row on the left hand side.
Essentially, the best seats in the house were handed to us.
For one, we were on the left, which I see WHY people say you HAVE to sit on that side (scroll down and see for yourself – the view!!), and two, you enter the plane from the back, so we’d be the first off, which is always a plus.
So take note: when you walk onto the plane you want to sit on the lefthand side (your left, as you are facing the front of the plane, very easy). Why you ask? Well, the right side has no view – just water, and the left, well…
The flight was about 40 minutes and they served pineapple juice. You don’t fly very high, and (when sitting on the left hand side) have a perfect view as you fly over Raiatea, and same as you’re coming into Bora Bora (including a view of our hotel, The Four Seasons).
The Bora Bora airport, located on its own island, while tiny (but not as small as the Moorea airport), has to have the prettiest scenery I’ve ever seen. I mean, this is walking off the plane. At an airport. How is this real?
John Travolta’s plane was also there, so we knew he was in town too, but we were so secluded in our own little world that we never saw him.
The Four Seasons greeted us at the airport with leis, asked us to point out our luggage, and showed us to our boat.
Talk about a wonderful welcome. Once on the boat, we were handed a refreshing towelette, cold water, and off we went.
I’m not a boat person, but even I know a gorgeous boat when I see one.
Of course, it comes at a price, as everything in Bora Bora does. At 12,288 xpf per person round trip, it’s a pricey ride (figure for rounding purposes it’s about $250). However, there’s really no other way to arrive at the hotel. I’m not sure if there are “boat cabs,” or something along those lines, but if you’re already spending the money to go to Bora Bora, you mine as well just go with what the hotel offers. It’s much easier. Anyway, the ride was absolutely gorgeous. Josh filmed pretty much everything, and I will eventually edit the clips into a nice Bora Bora overview video.
Pulling up to the resort and seeing the bungalows was like a dream.
As soon as we stepped off the boat we were handed another fresh towelette as well as a tropical drink. We were immediately greeted (by name) by one of the managers, who had a golf cart waiting and whisked us off to our bungalow. That’s right, we didn’t have wait at the front desk to check in – it’s all done in your bungalow. She gave us a tour of the grounds (the resort is much bigger than I thought it was going to be), and by the time she opened our bungalow door, our luggage was already there waiting for us.
Up next, a million pictures and video tour of the nicest hotel room I’ve ever stayed in.