I woke up several times during the night. The loudspeaker announcing the new changes in regulation about liquids in plastic bags haunted my dreams. Around noon we were all awaken for good by airport staff. We were told the airport was not a Backpackers and if we were looking for such a place we could surely find one close by. I explained to the man that airport staff had told us it would be no problem for us to stay there and sleep or shower during our layover. He responded that “It was midday and we could no longer sleep.” Who cares about time changes and living in the airport for a day?? Anyhow, we all angrily woke up.
We sat around for a while and made jokes about the man in his funny hat and then used the wireless that Craig had purchased. He was gone for the majority of the day with a friend from camp.
The day didn’t consist of much. Rachael and I watched “In Her Shoes” and walked around the airport looking in the stores and such.
Eventually we went and got our bags out of storage and checked in. We weaseled our way out of paying the 25$ departure fee which made us pretty happy. (You’re supposed to pay it if you’re there longer than 24 hrs) After all, we had already paid the airport 15 to hold our bags.
Customs presented no problems and after we went through security we sat in the same place in the terminal that we had on January 22 on our way in. Rachael and I took a little nap and then boarded the plane.
We got dinner—chicken, and watched “Music and Lyrics.” Oh no…what about the 1 movie a day quota!?
I wasn’t in the greatest mood simply because I had been around the same people all day—really without an escape. Not that I had a problem with anyone—that’s just me. I’ve got to have a little time on my own or I go insane.
When we got off the plane in Rarotonga the airport hosted a huge neon sign that said “Welcome to The Cook Islands.” It was about 4AM local time when we arrived and there was a native playing ukulele at the door. It was very easy to get through customs, but we waited a while for our hostel van that never came.
A nice woman who was working at the airport and getting off- offered to take us by so we hitched a ride with her. When we got to Backpackers International there was seemingly no one there, so we sat on the porch. I fell asleep until about 7am when the owner finally woke up and let us into our rooms. He apologized as he had “set his alarm wrong” or something.
Getting off the Airplane
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