
Avarua, Cook Islands
We flew into a tiny Pacific island called Rarotonga and were greeted by a local playing some Caribbean type tunes on his stage at Custom immigration control. What a way to be greeted at 23:30 in an airport, we knew we had landed into Island life.
We were picked up and were shuffled off a short distance away to an amazing beach bungalow in the middle of nowhere. At first as we were driving, I thought WOW you've done something right in life to end up in a holiday ...