Sunday, December 21, 2008

Hoop Snake

Sunday, 21 December 2008 – Boulder, CO

Just as the hoop snake completes its circle, the Ouroboros eats its own tail to roll along, and as the luxury small ship cruise lines ruin their businesses by copying each others’ poor policy decisions, my 20,000+ mile kind of circle was completed early this morning. The virtual end of the full seven days at sea from the Marquises Islands (minus the 1½ hours lost due to time zone changes) was ended the morning a day before arrival in LA by the coast of Baja California showing up on the Mariner’s guest GPS display. I kind of will miss the system’s quirky locking up for one or two minutes out of every three, making my compulsive monitoring of my calculated 17.32 knots required to arrive on time a bit more difficult. We were still far out of sea, with a day to go 100 miles or so west of the shark infested 200 miles SW of San Diego Isla de Guadalupe, but it was still nice to see something on the display other than a blue rectangle with a usually locked but should be pulsating circle to indicate our position. Saturday morning’s view from the Christmas Tree decorated Observation Lounge of oil platforms and porpoises indicated that the LA coast couldn’t be far. Actually it wasn’t. An elderly gentleman asked me at coffee what the island we were passing was. I told him it was Catalina Island and that we therefore must be 26 miles across the sea. He said, “Huh?” Another early morning coffee drinker helped the other gentleman out by shouting one word very loudly. The word was, “Wrigley”. That clarified the situation, by gum. At long last we entered the break water that allows access to the San Pedro Harbor, went under the Long Beach Bridge to turn around, and then dock in the same berth that Silver Shadow sailed from in September. With that I completed my 56 days of luxury cruise sailing this Fall. The Los Angeles cruise terminal was empty the day we sailed so long ago, but this arrival was packed with two other considerably larger cruise ships including the Tahitian Princess, so named because it is larger than Tahiti. This ship has a crew pool plus two Jacuzzis. Honest. You can see it in from out at sea in the picture above, the ship if not the hot tubs.

We docked about 10:30 am, a half hour late (not due to the sick propulsion motor because we spent the time turning around to the left under the bridge) but because that’s what we did. No reason to rush. A matter of fact, it took an hour for the gangway to be attached by a guy on the pier using a fork lift truck as hundreds of porters and dozens of US Immigration officials stood around looking bored, and then another hour and a half as the passenger luggage was unloaded between unions disputes and passengers fainting from lack of food or water in all the lounges we were obliged to wait in as the cabins were reconfigured for the new embarking guests. I suggested to the Assistant Cruise Director, a lovely South African woman, that perhaps some water bottles might be made available as no attendants were anywhere—they were moving luggage—and she said (really), “Your cruise is over, sir, so we stopped all service FOR YOU folks.” Fortunately, Ray appeared to break up the fist fight that was about to ensue. I guess I was worried about missing my 2:32 pm flight since it was now after noon and we--the "black tag" group with the early transfer to LAX--still were not be allowed to disembark. ICE was characteristically silly, welcoming some of us back warmly to the USA but delaying stamping passports by asking others various questions about their lives to root out those bent on mayhem who would cleverly take a Regent Cruise for 19 days from New Zealand as a means of getting into the US, perhaps smuggling plastique in their cummerbunds.

The planned 2 hour mid afternoon non-stop flight back to Denver was perhaps the selling point or at least one of the primary reasons I booked this cruise after all those overnight 14 hour flights with connections in LA or Washington DC. The thought of a quick flight home from only 1 hour time zone difference was just too good to pass up (along with the discounted fare, small single supplement, and a chance to try out a different product that I had such connections to). My 2:32 pm two hour flight scheduled to arrive in Denver before 6 pm finally actually shut the doors at 8:15 pm LA time, 6 hours late! This considerable delay was due to a pilot who said he wanted to “make those xxxxx mechanics finally do their job” which they didn’t do, and then a change of planes which United Airlines did do, but not quickly. Then Denver airport being closed down from an additional hour due to a PLANE CRASH which added more delays. The friendly staff at the Red Carpet Club at LAX volunteered to a delayed passenger, “There are no seats available to Denver, sir, until the 4th of January. Would you like a vacation in LA?” But with the help of a friend who picked me up at the airport I arrived home at 1:15 am this morning from yesterday morning’s arrival in LA. So much for basing a cruise on simple travel home from the ship.

Indulge me with one more comment on my comments about Regent’s Mariner versus Silversea’s Silver Shadow. They both provide similar value in the very high end of cruising—think Hyatt Regency (get it?) versus Ritz Carlton* or either on a good/bad day. Mariner is a nicer, newer ship, with very similar guest accommodations, but Silversea’s ships provide a higher level of consistent service. Food is comparable as is entertainment and other facilities. Both lines provide “all inclusive” products, that is with open seating in the restaurants, no tipping, and free wine and spirits throughout the ship. If you haven’t tried these experiences, as an over trained pool attendant said to a woman on the last cruise as he handed her a small paper napkin, “Enjoy”.

*Regent Seven Seas Cruise Lines started as the single ship Seven Seas Cruises owned by the massive K-Line shipping company of Japan. The ship was the 170 guest (later increased to 180 guest) Song of Flower, a ship that meant a lot to me as most of you know. Radisson Hotels, which is owned by the Carlton Travel Group, took over Song of Flower and added the twin hulled Radisson Diamond and then built the somewhat bigger Navigator and then the 700 guest Mariner and Voyager plus operates for one more year the Paul Gauguin, the ship I visited in Bora Bora. Flower was sold more than a half dozen years ago to a French company who renamed it M.S. Le Diamant, and the Radisson Diamond was sold to the Chinese company, Star, that now uses it as a gambling ship moored in Hong Kong Harbour. The pool is used to collect garbage I was told. Carlson renamed Radisson Seven Seas Cruise Line to Regent Seven Seas Cruise Line a year or two ago when they realized that Radisson had become a lower level brand of theirs and Regent was one of their top brands. Carlson just sold Regent cruise business to the privately owned Apollo Group which runs Oceania Cruises, a pretty good but definitely more mass market product. Silversea remains privately owned. All the guests and many of the professional staff on both my recent cruises are most worried about the stability of the luxury cruise industry because of, 1) the world wide economy is tanking (in the words of Joe Biden this weekend), 2) the private owners can pull the plug or change the product without notice or explanation, even on a whim, 3) these lines have very few ships each—usually no more than 4 or so small vessels but a huge cash flow with such high almost 1:1 crew to passenger ratios, and 4) the lines' names (Silversea, Seven Seas, Seaborne, and Sea Dream) all start with the letter “S”, just like mattress brands. Now you know.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

A Letter to My Cruise Travel Agent

Hi Jim,

I haven’t heard from you. Hope all is well. Mariner is still just barely on schedule based on my obsessive compulsive (but in demand by quite a few other guests) calculations for a more or less on-time arrival in LA, but I’m still interested if you were able to find out anything from Ft. Lauderdale about our actual arrival.

I thought I’d jot down more notes about my analysis of Mariner—and I presume Regent—versus Silversea’s service. We’ll leave more detailed discussion about the ship, food, and accommodations for when we talk. So this is primarily about the style and performance of food and drink service on Regent. In essence, they seem to base their service on hiring or keeping experienced personnel at all levels, but also at all levels they are not supervised by those higher up. The results are quite noticeable and striking. Here are some talking points in no particular order:

1 The shop keeper in the little Deck 7 “Duty Free” shop sits reading a newspaper or staring blankly into the air for many hours at a time. Her relief was fast asleep for some time a couple of days ago. Everyone riding in the three glass atrium elevators enjoyed speculating on how long this extended nap might be. Love those atrium elevators. I tend to say “Beam me up Scotty” to myself each time I ride in them as they penetrate the roof and appear above the pool deck.

2 Housekeepers walk through the public areas all day with transparent bags of trash. Food service personnel likewise haul very noisy food and trash carts, hibachis, and other materials through the pool area continually. They don’t stop for guests but expect pedestrians to clear the way for them. The noise levels are very high from the food service carts, pool attendants stacking lounge chairs, or workers going about their business in all public areas inside and out but are particularly noisy on the pool deck. Doors to the indoor areas slam continuously and can not be easily quieted. No one seems to notice or do anything about it.

3 Despite the large pool deck with bar and daily (most enjoyable) specialty pool grill in addition to the ongoing standard grill, there are no head waiters or other supervision on the pool deck at any time other than during the lunch service. At that time, the head waiters mostly greet guests or stand around talking to each other. The “Dining Room Manager” who is closest to the Maitre d’ on Silversea appears to have only administrative duties as he doesn’t seem to do anything directly involving his head waiters or guests other than smiling a lot and asking if “everything is ok?”. I did see him climbing on a chair in the dining room during dinner to fix some Christmas decorations. Other than that he stands at the dining room podium and directs guests to head waiters who often assign the same guests to multiple tables simultaneously or leave the guests standing around waiting for one of the three or four head waiters to appear since often during the food service times all of them mysteriously vanish. However, the head waiters in charge of the three other dining rooms seem to be working in the main room during breaks from the venues they are responsible for, leaving the specialty restaurants unsupervised. The exception is the Verandah (equivalent to the Terrace Cafe on Silversea) where the head waiter there never is seen elsewhere but usually is standing in the way of one of the buffet lines talking to a colleague or guest loudly about something other than food service matters. She is very friendly but appears to have been hired off the street without any further training.

4 There are two or three bartenders who appear to be almost as good as the least competent on Silversea. All the others are probably teetotalers or appear to hate their jobs. The primary pool bar attendant is a young man who can not make a decent Mai Tai or Singapore Sling and seems to be unable to comply with simple requests without effecting a “deer in the headlights” look. Guests who ask, “Can the background music be turned down?”, receive a pained look and the answer, “I don’t know who does that.” Guests who ask for deck chairs to be set up usually get the response, “Do you want a drink?” Another bartender just rolled his eyes when I asked if the ship usually makes frozen Mai Tais and said, “Oh, you must have discovered (name omitted since I’m publishing this) upstairs. He isn’t good, isn’t he?”

5 One bartender, usually assigned in the one more or less quiet Observation Lounge is always leaning on the bar from the inside—that is, with his rear end towards the door. He doesn’t turn around or stand up when a guest arrives. I asked him if he had any thoughts or knowledge on choosing from the 5 or 6 Bourbon Whiskey’s on their complimentary list. He said, “I don’t know anything about whiskey” and walked away. I asked him what they drink in his home country—he’s from South America—and after he told me, he said “But we don’t have it.” Then he left the bar and disappeared into the back room. There were guests waiting at the bar at the time for drinks. I think he went back to cry or fill out employment applications. In this elegant venue, actually my favorite room on the ship day and night, the drink waiters are either completely gone or trip over themselves. It is not uncommon to sit at a table for 15 to 20 minutes without a waiter coming over to take a drink order unless you wave at them, although guests are greeted upon coming in and sitting down. Same at tea time, same at coffee time, etc. Apparently “relaxed service” means to Regent “do it yourself.” Another pretty competent but young bartender tells personal stories to one or two guests while other guests sit around patiently waiting for service. This bartender also asked me a number of times to order extra cost drinks from him specifically because he is compensated for “selling up”. He was not joking. When I finally did order some 18 year Scotch (at a wonderful landside price of $11), he now chases me down the hall asking if I want more whenever I approach his bar.

6 The Head Bartender doesn’t visit the bars very often or ever help out the bartenders, even during busy times when he regales the guests with stories of the remodeling plans during dry dock for the ship. He seems not to know much about drinks but loves to discuss shipboard life. I asked the senior bartender, John, if like on Silversea the bartenders have supervisory responsibilities regarding the bar waiters. He said, “We watch them.” Apparently, that’s all they do. I suspect it amusing them to do so.

7 Had dinner in Latitudes again last night. They changed the menu during this cruise from Indian to “Indochine”, essentially Chinese food which I love. The Head Waiter, Rommel, is solicitous but suffers from attention deficient disorder. As I crossed the threshold he greeted me as a long lost buddy. I said, “I’m waiting for my dinner companions, Mr. and Mrs. XXXX.” He said, “Maybe they are in the bar.” I said, “Are they? Did you see them?” He said, “Who?” I said, “My dinner companions.” He said, “Who are they?” This went on for a while as I back out of the room. When my friends showed up Rommel said, “How many in your party?” I said, “This is the couple who made the reservation for me, a reservation for three.” He said, “Are more joining you?” He switched gears without warning and then greeted us like old buddies. After being seated, we waited a while for the waitress to come over. As we were doing so, we noticed some strange sound effects coming from one of the two other occupied tables, kind of like high school boys making funny sounds. When the Filipina waitress finally showed up she described the menu in a very strange phony accent that included long very loud trilled “r’s” and growling noises. We asked her, “Why are you talking like that?” She said, “The guests like it and this is a Chinese restaurant.” Later on the Chief Sommelier came over and proceeded to pour the wrong red wines respectively into each of our glasses, making an undesired custom blend of Cab and Chateaux Neuf. We hollered, “Stop. You are mixing up the red wines.” She said, “The waitress didn’t tell me”. There were three other tables only being occupied still. The Head Waiter was busy chatting with two other head waiters.

8 At 4:10 pm yesterday, I arrived for tea time. There were only coffee pots visible although the tea service was set up on one side of Observation Bar but no tea pots visible. The attendant greeted me, “Hello Sir”, and walked away. I ran up to him and said, “Is there tea today?” He said, “I’ll send someone over to take your tea order.” There were about three tables occupied, one with some folks drinking tea. The waiter came over after about 5 minutes and asked me, “How do you prefer your coffee, caf or decaf.” I said, “I prefer decaf at this time of the day, but I asked for tea.” He said, “The attendant said you want coffee.”

What’s my conclusion? Mariner is a beautiful ship. The suites are fine, extremely quiet for a ship or even an hotel, I love having a verandah even though I haven’t used it all that much, the housekeeping with one stewardess working alone on each service is excellent—I’ve experienced none better on any ship—and the little maintenance or repairs have been very fast and well done, again faster and better than on any other ship. But the restaurant service in all venues is atrocious. There is essentially no supervision of any level to their reports. All service is uncontrolled. Well trained waiters are few and then provide their own version of what they consider (or what was their training in previous jobs on other lines I presume) without any attempt to be consistent. There is virtually no communication between waiters, servers, runners, or bussers. The wine service is mindless. The assistant sommeliers are pretty much ignorant of the wines and appear to describe the wine with words that do not convey any meaning, such as “Not too sweet, actually very dry but not too dry.” The best food is in the main dining room, but service is the most inconsistent there. Silversea-like service at Nilo’s tables but cafeteria service at some of the others. You can enjoy views of all the head waiters chatting with each other from anywhere in the room but not of their actually doing anything. All public lounges and the pool deck, with the exception of the Observation Lounge most of the time, has constant noise and loud music either live from the roving trio (who must have graduated from the Marquis de Sade Conservator of Music since they play there very animated version of Beach Boys or Beetles music with all pieces in the same key and tempo) at very high amplified volume. Even the Observation Lounge has blearing Christmas or the same “semi-classical” music playing very loudly some of the time, but unlike the other areas the attendant knows how and is willing to turn it off. Will I opt for Regent again? Well, with the right itinerary and price, maybe, but the laundry rooms are close to a show stopper. The 3 hours of free satellite phone time and free Internet is nice, but the very distracted food and beverage service seems to indicate disgruntled or somehow overworked employees or worse.

I guess despite the sometimes intrusive service on Silversea, the staff is trying to serve. Here their hearts may be in the right place, but sometimes the supervisors especially appear clueless regarding theirs and their subordinates’ jobs. The General Manager (Hotel Director) is not ever seen in public. It shows.

Thanks for listening. Talk to you when I get home.

Best,

Mike

Monday, December 15, 2008

Does the Equator Get Mad When You Cross It?

Monday 15 December 2008 – N3 W134

 

Crossed the equator last night at about 9:45 pm. My rhum line based prediction for fun before I left Boulder was for 9:35 pm. The good news is that my pilotage skills are still ok; the bad news is that the Mariner is not building up any surplus of distance to be used if headwinds slow us so as to miss your scheduled arrival at 10 am Saturday morning and jeopardize early afternoon flights home. Speed now is 17.4 knots, just about the 17.34 I calculated for this 7 day crossing to make the schedule. Either the navigation crew is doing exactly what they should to a great precision (normally what one would expect) or we are barely about to hold the speed necessary due to that sick pod. One of these explanations—or maybe both—is/are incorrect. And you thought there is nothing to do during ocean crossings. See, I am busy.

 

More about navigation and things to do, King Neptune dispensed with the traditional Equator Crossing ceremony yesterday and instead provided a Country Fair. This event involved representatives of most of the ship’s departments running games of chance at the pool deck for prizes. A good time was had by all, both guests who are always looking for activities to compare to those of other cruise ships and for the crew who spent lots of time and effort devising their games and building their booths and devices. It was nice to see the cabin stewardesses, reception desk staff, the cooks (who were having pancakes of their own making thrown at them for some reason) and even the navigation bridge crew out in the fresh air and having fun. The navigators were enlisting guests for either estimating our position. Most of those of us with GPS receivers did not participate out of fairness and good play as well as the risk of having blinis thrown at us, but it wasn’t clear if the Bridge Crew wasn’t using the results. Hey, a few of us offered to fix the shorted winding on the sick starboard azipod. The Bridge Crew was not amused (or maybe they were).

 

Since we left the Marquises Islands, I’ve enjoyed the equatorial waters and climate and taking sunset and cloud pictures. As Ray told me at dinner last night, the best things on the cruise are free. Only being on the ship costs money so as we can enjoy the sunsets, the clouds, the 80 degree F weather under clear skies. I think he understands what this is all about. He will do his puppet show tonight. Not to be missed. I’ll post some pictures if non-flash exposures are adequately compensated by the image stabilization system on my camera.

 

 

 

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Lost at Sea - Updates AND Bonus Wildlife Picture

South 3.5 degrees, West 137 degrees – Sunday 14 December 2008 – 7:38 am (GMT – 9.5 hours)

 

Just had my lactose-free Danish and will head up or down for breakfast shortly. Speed currently 17.8 knots which is over the average 17.32 knots needed for a timely arrival. Sea and weather here at less than 4 degrees South Latitude is of course perfect as it usually is in “The Doldrums”. I plan to skip the King Neptune ceremony today, but the “Country Fair” put on by the Cruise Director in which all the crew departments run games in booths would normally be missed if it weren’t for the cryptic mention in the ship’s schedule of a game called, “Wet the Stewardess.” Wonder what he means? I will advise. Might be a highlight of the cruise. Only wildlife noted so far is above. This creature was noted as we left the anchorage at Huku Niva yesterday morning. Hope to see whales as we approach California. Hope to see California.

 

Thought I’d mention some updates to the earlier “Lost at Sea” entries:

 

1                 Had “Elegant Tea” (the one with no Filipino trio playing Beachboy music in always the same key and tempo but with unwarranted enthusiasm) yesterday afternoon with two delightful ladies. Both unfortunately—for me, not for them—happily married and heard that besides the “Laundry Trolls” there are also the “Bridge Witches”, the “Crocheting Nazis”  as well as various other turf protecting entities. We concluded—analysis is prevalent among many of us, at least those who put up with each other on the ship—that the self appointed dispatchers and schedulers are a manifestation of perhaps a lower level of sophistication of guests on Regent versus Silversea and also of the larger passenger count on a larger ship where what might be one or two such folks is double the count. See we are always using our minds here as well as trying to wear underwear for multiple days.

 

2                 The early bird coffee with too much “self service”, the bar tenders who chat with one guest or read the newspaper instead of serving, problems in the dining room with confused or ADHD inflicted wait staff, etc., seems to have improved greatly since one guest had a frank but very polite and detailed discussion with the Assistant Food and Beverage Manager (who looked like a trapped small animal at the time but got more interested when the long list of comparisons with another similar but higher service cruise line was provided with specific training schema and detailed solutions involving role-playing sessions below deck complete with sketches for PowerPoint presentations and a draft schedule). While the latter were not immediately accepted, a sudden shift in service appeared the next day. The coffee attendant was now standing by the coffee pots actually observing the guests instead of reading behind the counter and the tables were instantly bussed as needed. A waiter formerly from Silversea was promoted in mid-cruise to Head Waiter and now was assigned to said guest’s table. Service has become fantastic and most attentive—at least at that table. Many want to join said passenger each evening as he clearly understands the concept of “enlightened self interest.” Also, a hell of a good guy and all around charmer. You betcha.

 

3                 The FOX News as the only life TV news available in mid-Pacific is still a bit troublesome. While an audio BBC “podcast” is available on another channel, it usually consists of long discussions of the London fire of a great deal ago. (There’s just so much about Christopher Wren that appeals to those who want to know what is going on in the world THIS CENTURY.) Nevertheless, it’s nice to have an alternative to: “Obama will be unable to lead due to the various scandals involving the Democrat (sic) Party with all their evil tendencies and low morals. Now, more details on the wild dogs eating a priest in Des Moines and then our exclusive on how the unions have turned America into Sweden, a place of people who dance around with candles in their hats and worship herring.” A little of that goes a really long way. Arrrrrghhhh!

 

More updates and a report on the specifics of “Wet a Stewardess” later. At 8 am (GMT -9.5 hours) it’s already 80 degrees. We change to Alaska time (GMT – 8 hours) tonight. Speed is 17.6 knots.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Nuku Hiva in the Morning

Saturday 13 December – Nuku Hiva, Marqueses Islands, French Polynesia

 

We dropped the Mariner’s sizable anchor at 6:30 am in the ancient volcanic crater that forms the harbor of Taiohae, at 2,100 the largest town in the very isolated Marqueses Island group of French Polynesia. These islands are 1,000 miles from Tahiti, and Tahiti is about half way of the 7,500 miles from New Zealand to Los Angeles. We are even further from a decent pastrami sandwich, not counting Sid and Al’s in Beverly Hills which does have pretty good deli. But I digress.   

 

The early tender ride in marked arrival at country number 124, but who’s counting. Would have been #125 had we actually stopped at Rarotonga last week, but who’s counting. The early rising ship’s passengers enjoyed a local folkloric dance after I had my picture taken with a statue at a “Sacred Marae” who was clearly happy to sea me, after which we had a buried pig roast meal. A few days ago, one fellow guest complained that she wasn’t planning to attend the event as she couldn’t think of having eating roast pig so early in the morning. I politely pointed out that she was having ham and eggs at the time. (An elderly couple on the ride back to the ship told me that they didn’t participate in the food since, “We had that in Hawaii.” I suggested that this might have been a new pig and that this was thousands of miles from Hawaii and a different culture. Guess they really weren’t hungry.)

 

Nuku Hiva is a beautiful volcanic island, quite large and near—more or less—a couple of other similarly large and beautiful in the Marqueses Islands group. Because of the isolation, there is a small guest house type hotel but no resorts. Tourism comprises a minor income for the local people, mostly from the few cruise ships on Pacific crossings and the Paul Gauguin and Tahitian Princess more frequent visits as these two ships stay more or less in Polynesia year round. The rest of the economy appears to be driven by government employment. We had two or three gendarmes guarding our group. Wonder what their side arms were for? I would imagine that very little car theft happens here, for example. There are a great deal of mangy stray dogs, no doubt an homage to Paul Gaugin whose pictures often included mangy stray dogs among the topless natives. 50% isn’t bad.

 

We were underway from this last landfall on the cruise at 11 am as scheduled, circled around Southeaster end of the island and took a 30.0 degree heading for the 7 day NE transit to Los Angeles. At 2 pm (GMT -9.5 hours) we are making 17.67 knots. Good thing since we must maintain an average of 17.34 knots based on my somewhat crude—I used a rhumline rather than great circle route—to arrive at the Los Angeles Harbor in San Pedro next Saturday as scheduled at 10:00 am (GMT -8.0 hours). Above is a picture of the asymmetrical wake due to the sick azipod on the port side. I noted earlier that only the starboard stabilizer is deployed to compensate for the tendency of the ship to yaw to port. Many of us (well, a few of us onboard) are already discussing the disastrous effects of headwinds on our speed which appears to be just adequate for us to make our early afternoon flights from LAX in a week! But, who’s worrying.

 

I came down to my suite to upload GPS tracks and document this last port of call report. I looking forward to the next week. Suddenly, this leg of the trip feels like the beginning of what seems like yet again another new cruise. I know it will be marked by good company, good food, and lots of reading on my verandah. Oh well. Somehow has to do it. Discussions of azipods and stabilizers will punctuate the dinner discussions no doubt along with reports of passing ships and the occasional whale or dolphin. Check back for comments and some ocean and shipboard pictures as I do plan to add a comment or two to this journal along the way. Speed is now 17.72 knots. Oh boy, we’re speeding up. But who’s obsessing.

 

Au revoir for now.

 

Friday, December 12, 2008

More Tahiti Pictures

More pictures from the Land Rover excursion to the interior of the island of Tahiti Nui, 10 December 2008

More Moorea Pictures

More pictures from anchorage in Moorea at sunset, 9 December 2008