Within a few minutes of arriving, it became clear that Aitutaki is on island time. The driver said she would take care of our bags and to leave everything in the car while we checked in. Well, when I got to the room, I noticed my camera bag was not there...or my precious uke! I ran to the front desk immediately and explained that she probably didn't check the backseat. The island isn't very big...maybe a 5 min drive from one end to the other? 30 mins later, I have my items back. No urgency. I guess she decided to go shopping with my valuable items as passengers. Our room also smelled like smoke, which we voiced concern over, but the same lady that temporarily stole my camera insisted she didn't smell it. I think I gave a, "what is she smoking" look to Nicole. We eventually got a room that didn't smell like it was burning to the ground. And on that note, people don't have garbage cans here. They just burn everything. That could explain the smell, but Nicole and I have sensitive lungs. *cough*
We went to a thing called Island Night at a nearby hotel. It's basically just a buffet with traditional dancers and some old guys playing drums and ukuleles (8 string I might add). It seemed that perhaps some knew the dance better than others and it was a situation reminiscent of the left shark at Katy Perry's half-time show where nobody was really in sync. After that, we walked down a pitch dark road since there are no street lights here. As the sky was somewhat clear, I did a panning time lapse test of the stars. Here's a frame from it...
I'm not sure how that looks on your end. On my camera lcd, it looked stunning, but on my iPad, all I see is black.
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