In Rarotonga, Cook Islands
We knew roughly three things about Rarotonga before the plain touched down. It was sunny. It was small. It was in the middle of nowhere.
What we didn’t know was how lush and green it would really be. Tim turned to me and said, “um, I think we’re on the island from Lost.” It looked absolutely wild. And in a way, to a couple of Americans it is. This is a place where to walk 30 feet to the beach we pass goats and chickens.
Rarotonga is a friendly place as well, with only 8,000 locals and about the same number in tourists. It’s so friendly in fact that we couldn’t seem to use up our bus pass because people kept offering to drive us where we were going. More
On The Banana Pancake Trail 