We rented a car yesterday with Barry and Ann from Cats Paw IV to tour around. We got this little Fiat Punta. There's lots to see on Huahine, including some very well preserved old Maraes', the traditional religious/habitation sites of the Polynesians. The marae culture was pretty much killed by the arrival of missionaries from Europe in the early 1800's after Cook's visits to the islands in the 1700's. The first Marae we stopped at in Maeve at the north end of main island of Huahine, was an extensive area of seven different Marae's. There was a large open air museum that, although light on artifacts, was heavy into explanations of culture and history. There was a fair amount of human sacrifice involved in the local ceremonies. One that I thought was a bit different involved the building of one of the principle structures on the Marae. It had to completed in one day and the human sacrifice required for it's construction had to placed under the main lodge poll. Imagine, you wake up one morning and the chief comes to you and says you are to the mainstay of the new building. Wow, what an honour as you are dragged out and ritually put to death. A different time, a different place. We continued on from there and checked out some o the rebuilt fish traps used by the locals. There is a huge lagoon on the NE side of the island that has a narrow entrance to the ocean. The Polynesians of old, built these elaborate fish traps that allowed the fish to swim in at high tide and they then got trapped when the tide wet out. They could then harvest them at their leisure. The traps were renewed in the 1960's but looked like they had begun to fall into disrepair again. The next highlight was feeding the eels. There is a unique species of blue eyed eel here and they grow up to 6 ½ feet long. Barry had brought some hard sausage that they didn't like to we cut it up in small chunks and fed it to the eels. They loved it. Big suckers too. I guess most of the tourists stop and feed them. From there we continued around he islands, stopped just over the bridge between the main island and Huahine Iti for a traditional picnic, red wine, baguette, cheese, you know the standard picnic fare. The most notable part of the afternoon had to be the vanilla farm tour we stopped for. We saw this sign on road that said turn here for a vanilla farm tour. We turned into this small lane and this lady in the house were driving by called out the window to continue up the lane, turn left and park. OK, we did. I have to describe this next bit in detail as it was absolutely unique. The four of us got out of the car and stood around trying to figure out what's next. This thin bald guy comes of the workshop we had parked in front of and motions us in to the covered stand like you would see on the roadside selling fruit. He has us all crowd around the counter then snaps open an old, cheap plastic briefcase. Then with both hands, one underneath the case to hold it up and one to hold the top open passes it under our noses so we could smell the contents, little plastic packages of vanilla. He then takes out one package, opens it, pulls the vanilla part way out, and passes that under our noses so we could smell it. He informs us at this point that the vanilla is for sale at 1000 CFP per package. We decline to purchase, he points to a sign tacked up on the post with his picture on it and the words "Don't Forget your Guide". The tour is over, he wants a tip, we turn our backs, walk back to the car, and drive away, busting a gut laughing over this 2-3 minute "Vanilla Farm Tour" that consisted of one rude guy, one old, cheap plastic briefcase and a pointless attempt to get a tip. We decided that we wouldn't take any more tours after that and drove around the rest of the roads on the island. Most were great and some were muddy, but it was a great day out. Then we took the car back, which turned into a major undertaking. It had rained off and on all day and the roads were wet and as I said some were muddy (OK one was REALLY muddy). The car was pretty dirty but only dirt. Just before we got back, the car started making this weird noise. It turned out that the electric cooling fan had mud on one side of it and when it started, it was out of balance. The cheap plastic mount, and an unbalanced fan made a heck of a racket. The guy at the rental car refused to give me back my credit car slip after I paid cash for the car. He said that he needed to see if there was any damage to the car and he would then charge my credit card. I had purchased insurance when I rented the car, I told him this, whereupon he got very incensed and said that no insurance covers everything. After a long VERY heated discussion, and me insisting on seeing "The Damage" we went back to look at the car. As I had told him earlier, it was mud on the fan blades that had unbalanced them. The service guy had washed them off and all was fine. What a hassle. All in all a great day topped of with a beer at a beach bar overlooking the anchorage!
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