Raratonga, Cook Islands
Kia Orana,
So we left the land of Fat and headed towards the islands discovered by the multi-national travel agents.
After our breakie of champers and pie (trying to be posh with champers and it was free, belly loved the pie) we landed at Rarotonga, the main Cook Island.
Its 32km around, has one main road (well tarmac path), no traffic lights and 1 round-about and is as chilled as Malibu itself, but there is never any 'total grid lock man'. We found t...