As I said, the third island we visited was Huahine, a really really small island with about 6000 people on it.

To illustrate its size: we had planned to take a tour the first day, but our hotel concierge couldn’t get enough people together (6) to justify running the boats. And it wasn’t just that she couldn’t find enough people in our hotel - it was that she couldn’t find enough people on the whole island.

So we spent the first day in Huahine relaxing at the Te Tiare, our small, independently owned bungalow hotel (who generously upgraded us to a beach bungalow from a garden bungalow!)

Dan and I are really not “relaxation” people, and it was a good exercise to do nothing for awhile. However, it always amazes me how long days last when there isn’t much to do.

By the time 11am rolled around, we had been to the breakfast buffet (a MUST at Te Tiare because it's a great deal with the meal plan, is high quality, and there is nowhere else to eat), we swam, played ping pong, read, wrote, laid by the pool . .

By noon we had decided to take the afternoon shuttle bus into Fare, the biggest village on the island.

Once we got there, we realized how little the biggest village actually was. There were literally, maybe 8 buildings. A mobile station that smelled like a septic tank, a bank, a church, a liquor store, a grocery, and a couple of hostels with bars in the back. A local was sitting in the ocean, naked, washing himself. It was the smallest town I had ever been to, and I realized that the guidebooks aren't lying when they tell you, "Huahine is completely off the tourists' track."

That's even an understatement. I would call it, The Middle of Nowhere.