Rarotonga pt. 2… a scooter ride down memory lane

Our family lived there for eight years when I was a child. When it came time to move on, I didn’t want to leave. Raro was home by then, and to be honest, I still think of it as such. We were greeted at the airport by my best friend Keren and Metua giving us tiare teina ei’s and saying “welcome home”. It only took 18yrs, but I finally made it back. Was so much fun riding scooters, showing Joe where we grew up.

 

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