We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
One of my sons took his family to Tahiti, Bora Bora and Moorea this summer for a month. He said it was the worse place they've ever gone. Very humid, mosquitoes were terrible, the food second rate and once they left whatever resort they were at the islands were filthy. He thought unemployment must be over 90% as most people simply sat by the road or in front of their houses all day. Said he wouldn't go back for free.
Tahiti, as well as the Caribbean Overseas Departments have a relationship no France similar to, but slightly tighter than, that of Puerto Rico to the US. Neither truly home territory, nor truly independent.
another guy named Dan
I am very sorry to hear that Tahiti has gone for shit. I hope it's not true. When I was there in 1976 it was poor and primitive but cheerful and fun.
The music was everywhere, all the guys had guitars and there was impromptu singing all over.
It was utter paradise.
Some new and horrible form of Socialism I'm sure. No doubt the locals cannot own their land, for their own protection, right?
You never heard of French Polynesia? Missed those big reports of the anti-nuclear protestors back in the '80s. The French were not nice to them like the US.
I visited Papeete in '89 for a port call on a research ship. Seemed nice enough. Didn't strike me as dirty, perhaps the unkempt look of decline from wealthier times. Not unlike some older parts of Hawaii.
When friends marvel at going to the beach, I always ask them what their favorite part is:
The "convenient" parking only miles away? The [I]e coli[I] warning signs? The medical debris washed up on the sand? The hundreds of cigarette butts and piles of dog scat? The obese ladies in skimpy suits? Returning with sand lodged in everything you brought?
PJ O'Rourke wrote a wonderful article about the "fun" of going to the beach. I second his emotions!