There is one flight per week from the U.S. that goes directly to Rarotonga. There are other ways you can get there from the U.S., but they involve flying to Auckland and then connecting back to Raro--about a three-hour flight.
That said, the economy class seats on Air New Zealand have a good amount of recline and leg room. And they have the cool thing where you can see where you are over the ocean and all the cool nerdy stats I like.
When we arrived in Rarotonga, it was POURING. Like walking through a bead curtain with rain. Continually. The kind of rain that sounds like food sliding into a hot, greased pan. And you have to run from the plane into the small, small airport. There is no jetway. There are mountains. But the airport is right up against the ocean. So it is flat. With a short runway.
But who cares, when you are far, far from home and there is a fellow there to serenade you at the airport:
And where you can get "ei'd":
My mother-in-law will probably add this one to her fridge.
We arrived in Rarotonga about 7 a.m. Our flight to Aitutaki (another of the Cook Islands) was scheduled to leave at 8 a.m. Flight's about 40 minutes. It left about 8:30, because of said sheets of rain. We also had to run from the airport to the 32-seat plane in probably the craziest rain I have ever encountered. It was like the kind of rain that sounds like someone is stomping on the roof in steel boots. Like, doing Riverdance on the roof in steel boots.
De plane! De plane!
De airport! In Aitutaki! More happy welcoming minstrels!
It was cloudy in Aitutaki, but not raining like it was in Rarotonga. We were picked up to go to Etu Moana--one of our favorite places ever. More in next post.
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