Chapter Seven
The helicopter ride was spectacular, taking about an hour including encirclements of both an intervening atoll and their own world famous destination’s landmark central volcano remnant. Then they were deposited on the helipad of their resort, on the largest motu, the Polynesian term for coral reef island, as Christopher pointed out in his docent mode consistent with his increasing assumption of the dominant role. A golf cart whisked them and their bags to the open air front desk, underneath a giant thatched roof structure with no walls. They were greeted with a mai-tai, immediately injecting an even more festive mood into their already keen anticipation of immediate events to come. Then the handsome young porter led the long trek over weathered board walks past half a dozen
