Jack and Katrina's Place

Our wedding went beautifully on the day, due to the careful and thorough planning that was mostly done by Katrina, for various reasons but perhaps because she is just that much better at planning details than me. However, planning the Honeymoon is traditionally the groom's responsibility and I determined it would be so for ours. It was really fun keeping the details of the destination secret from Katrina, who usually knows everything about everything she is involved in. Actually I didn't quite manage to keep it a complete secret, wives should not be allowed to interrogate their husbands-to-be while they are driving in traffic, I just didn't have enough RAM to drive the car and guard my answers (and at least I devoted the available memory to driving the car!)

Anyway we had a fantastic week in Rarotonga, capital of the Cook Islands. Did nothing much but rested and played in the lagoon with Guy. The lagoon was the most beautiful translucent blue, as I said to Katrina you could imagine you were swimming in Bombay Sapphire Gin,,,mmmm.

Guy thought the beach was fantastic and spent a lot of time running around naked sticking his finger down the holes made by hermit crabs in the sand. Lucky his finger is so short as he didn't seem to get nipped.

We made good use of the Canoes at the resort to paddle out to the islands across the shallow lagoon. We were cooking for ourselves in a two bedroom unit. I had to go out each morning on the motorscooter to find fresh produce which was suprisingly hard to find. Anyway coming back across the lagoon one afternoon, I was paddling and Katrina was sitting down the back with Guy bundled up in a towel. As the sun went behind the mist shrouded peak of the main island I turned to her and reminded her we must "put the taro in the oven' as soon as we got back. As I said it I laughed, contemplating how many thousands of times that scenario must have played itself out in the thousands of years of polynesian habitation of the island, it was an odd moment of resonance as if the words echoed back through the years.