We had a l;ovely, lazy breakfast and I called the ATV (aka Quad bike) tour agency. I asked her 'il y a quelqu'un qui parle l'anglais?' and she, bemused: 'Mais tu parles le francais?!' I explained I wasn't going to be the driver, I have no death wish...

We also walked to Moorea Pearl Resort and Spa, where we booked our Polynesian Seafood buffet and dance spectacle for Saturday. It's all a bit of a walk, everything is very spread out and there are no footpaths. On the way there we saw a moving rotisserie: a bulky, tattooed Polynesian with a French haircut and a broad smile sold 'poulet roti' from the back of his van, called Ma Poulette. It smelled delicious and proved to be so for lunch: succulent chicken sandwiches with cucumber and tomato AND mayonaise.

We did have to wash up straightaway as the ants seem to come out in droves whenever they sense something remotely edible. We went to the supermarket in the afternoon and tried the one internet place that was open, but the man had no connection 'try again tomorrow'. We passed the catch of the day: huge fish hanging on hooks by the road. Walking is not really done in Moorea, as you have to negotiate puddles, mud and crazy drivers.

French Polynesia feels decidedly French, with its baguettes and French cars, but at the same time quite exotic. The people are very friendly and relaxed. Prices are sky high though, only a baguette is cheap... We had a look at the pearls, which the islands in French Polynesia are famous for and some were over
100,000 CFP (about 1000 EUR or 800 pounds) without a necklace.

The rainy season is proving to be quite rainy and other than hot and humid, like in Easter Island, so far it's mainly been just humid. We had another downpour which lasted until well into the night so we spent the rest of the day and evening relaxing and eating the rest of the chicken.