Later that day (3-19-2011: the last 2 posts are updates from the past few days; the internet is extremely expensive and extremely slow, so I’m not able to upload any pictures. Hope the words do it justice!):
Family and friends, I’m writing to inform you that I will not be coming back to America. I’ve decided to leave it all behind and make a living as a bungalow specialist in Bora Bora. This isn’t officially a job… yet. The description is simple: bungalow hop to give people the full scoop on the most luxurious accommodations that the area has to offer. To start? The Intercontinental Bora Bora Resort & Thalasso Spa. I’m going to be honest, I’m not quite sure this can be topped.
I’m writing this from my private overwater bungalow. Picture this: one living room, one bedroom centered directly in front of the window with never-ending views of the ocean, and one extra large bathroom with a giant tub boasting the same great views. Don’t forget your private balcony with dock leading into the shallow motu waters and a glass coffee table with a picturesque view of the live reef below. I’m going to be really mean right now… I’m not picturing that. I’M LIVING IT.
This is hands down the most incredible place that I’ve ever seen, much less stayed in. I plan on waking up early tomorrow to take advantage of my few precious hours here.
The most exciting part of the night: I met Laura at her bungalow to take a quick dip in the ocean before dinner. We didn’t stay too long, and I was just a little freaked out about night swimming in shark-infested waters, but Laura begged the question, “How many times could you say you’ve swam in outside of your bungalow in Bora Bora?”
Honestly, the answer currently is: one time. I just hope to make it many more.