The Black Pearl of the South Pacific
Since my first encounter with the sea - eventually on my first holiday trip by car with friends to the mediterranian Cote d'Azur - I adore to observe the busy life in ports. The vessels in the docks and their departure towards the horizon always take me on a journey in my mind, whereas the arrangement of huge noisy machines and hard working people on and around cargo ships appear to me like a classical peace of music performed by an orchester - all just to get our food and goods in time on the shelves. And now, 20 years after my unforgetable trip on a cargo vessel touring the "iles sous-le-vent" - Huaine, Raiatea, Taha'a, Bora Bora and Maupiti - I am standing again at the commercial pier in Tahiti, looking up to the upper deck of the " Hawaiki Nui ", while several CAT forklifts are busy-like-ants moving all sorts of cargo into its big belly: containers, cars, freezing chambers, construction material, polyester outrigger canoes - the #1 regional sport