Daniel and Katrin's last full day and as a parting gift they organise a magical mystery tour for us.
With typical German efficiency a complex itinerary had been drafted, with every minute of every hour accounted for. Intrigued to find out what was in store to be honest, as we thought we'd seen and done all there was to do on the island.
The tour kicked off with a 20 minute motorbike ride along the inner road where we saw some goats, chickens and, of course, several pigs. Magical stuff indeed. Excitement only reached full fever pitch however when we came across Rarotonga's only scrap metal yard. A bit like any other scrap yard really, but with palm trees.
Lunch was pizza and beer under yet more palm trees. Then we were treated to the tour's main attraction; a 15 minute photo opportunity in the hospital car park.
Actually, I'm being unfair on Daniel here. He'd done his homework and discovered the hospital sits on one of the island's most elevated spots, so the views were pretty damned spectacular.
Sadly, our tropical pizza had taken a tad longer than anticipated which threw everything out of kilter. Something had to give, so we abandoned a late afternoon snorkelling session and made instead for the Botanical gardens.
Despite not being deemed worthy of a listing in any guidebook we could find, the gardens were superb. All kinds of weird and wonderful plantlife spread over a hundred acres or so, with lots of curious follies nestling beneath giant ferns and whatnot. No-one on the front gate either, so we nipped in for free and had the place to ourselves.
In the evening Daniel led us to Vaima's, the poshest eatery here, for a slap-up farewell dinner.
Unfortunately, he hadn't made reservations, so we ended up at the island's 9th poshest eatery, for what was still an extremely pleasant meal. We thanked them for organising our day of mystery, toasted our new friendship and promised to organise some kind of Anglo-Deutch exchange trip when we return home.
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