Fatale Abstraction

I'm not one to go off to holiday resorts. It's really not my cup of tea. I hate flying, and adore the great American road trip and all its attendant (dis)comforts. There's nothing like seeing every inch of the roadway, and somehow flying always seems like cheating to me.



I've always had friends who go off to Cancun, Hawaii or Jamaica and the like frequently, but that's had limited appeal. Until now. There IS one place I'd like to go, and it's a tiny island about an hour boat ride from Tahiti in French Polynesia. The place is called Kia Ora Sauvage, and it looks amazing. The meals are traditional Polynesian fare and center on the fruits of the sea. One delight of that island is the coconut crab, which uses its powerful pincers to open coconuts, and when cooked, these crab actually have a coconut flavor. *heaven*



One of the little huts on this island (I think there are only 20 or so) is about 350 Euros for the first person, and 50 E or so for the second. Food is additional.



Anyway, dedicated as I am to all the modern conveniences, I think I could fight through my dislike of flying and sweating and laze about in a hammock for days looking out on white sands and impossibly blue waters.



After nearly a month off work, do you think my boss'll be pleased if I ask for a vacation soon? Actually, after a month of work, I really can't afford a vacation.



At least dreaming is free.

[I got carried away writing this, and never mentioned when originally posting that I saw this place on the French Polynesia episode of Anthony Bourdain's No Reservations. I love him. On the Travel Channel, it's a show about travel, food and culture. He's vulgar, rather excessive and dives right into it all. My kind of guy.]