And just like that, our days here were up. Too fast, bear bud!
We decided tonight to just relax on the main beach — that was until I saw the giant floating bikes. Nicholas! Rent me one! (Btw, all the dudes here are ripped!!)
We biked around for about 30 minutes before returning back to the beach.
It’s pretty relaxing here. With only 77 huts spread over all the acres, we really never saw the other tourists much.
My bud and I claimed a hammock, and just let it all soak in.
Eventually we decided to take regular bikes back to our hut.
Pretty nice, this resort. I’d come back.
Except hopefully without the bunny next time. I kept finding him in, like, the weirdest places.
Yay, no more tours. Now it’s just gaming on our deck and exploring the resort facilities.
Here’s a map of the resort, all 44 acres.
Map courtesy of St Regis Bora Bora
View from one of the bridges
We played tennis, I drove golf carts, we saw brief thunderstorms and then rainbows, we biked around (Pokin crashed into another tourist only once), we chased fish, we played games on the deck and my bud did backflips off the deck. All in all, great. stuff.
On an afternoon, sunny and cheery, while I pondered, much game theory Over many a quaint and curious volume of games galore – While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a rapping As of something, gently hustling, hustling on the suitcase floor “Tis some wind,” I muttered, “rustling at my suitcase floor- Only this and nothing more”
Back on the deck turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a rapping somewhat louder than before. “Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my closet deck; Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore— Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;— ’Tis the wind and nothing more!”
Open here I flung the suitcase, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there rested a yellow Bunny of the easterly days of yore; Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched upon my suitcase floor— Perched beside a pack of sugar, situated amidst the clothes I wore Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
There he was. That bunny. That bunny was here. With us.
“PEEP YOU JERK,” I flailed my paws in protest. YOU CRASHED MY WEDDING BEAR MOON!!!
I was so upset I tried to cast the bunny away immediately. This was meant to be quality bear bud and weddingbearmoon bonding time. Nicholas and I, gaming in paradise. Nowhere in that script was supposed to be a bunny.
Nicholas!!! We need to solve this problem right away! This stowaway needs to be cast off the hut. I looked around the hut and found the perfect vessel.
Yep, I’m sending this bunny off the island hut in a floaty.
“Cast him off!!” I command Nicholas. He climbs down the pool deck, places Peep in the water and looks at me.
Peep looks at me. Peep I think I hear muffled through the plastic.
Ulgh I think. Fine, I wave to Nicholas.
We pick the bunny up off the water and towel him off.
And then I head back to my deck chair, resigned. This bunny. I really don’t know what to do with him.
By the time I woke up, Pokin was gone. She left at about 10:30am for hair and makeup, apparently picked up in a golf cart. So it was just my bud and I.
Oh yeah bear bud bonding time!
First we played some video games.
Then we played more video games. The bride and entourage weren’t supposed to be back until 1-1:30pm so we had plenty of time.
Eventually we decided we’d better start getting ready.
My bud laid out all his things.
Then I made him lay out mine.
We still had time to kill so I think we tried to play more games.
And we waited. Eventually we got a call. They’re coming!
They had some moments.
And a few more.
Then we all got into the golf cart wedding limo and started scooting around the resort for photos. We went to the oasis pool.
The ocean side.
Crossed a bunch of bridges.
Posed with a giant banner that the friends and family made for us.
And then it was time for the ceremony! My bud and Pokin were getting married at the Miri Miri spa beach, on the recommendation of their wedding planner, Adélaïde. After checking out the site, I approve. It’s private and nice looking. We all got into position.
I was a V.I.B. (Very Important Bear) I was, after all, the ring-BEARer.
And it was time!
I got some pretty front row seats.
Or should I say, front row seat. I was the only guest who got a chair.
Actually, I was the only guest, period.
And then the ceremony was done. Short and sweet. I dig it.
They had cake.
I had some too.
They danced on the deck.
I didn’t do that.
Then those crazy people decided to get into the water.
I definitely didn’t do that.
Followed by taking a plunge off their deck right into the water.
I went back inside the bungalow. I’m going to wait for them to return back to sanity. And to shower all that salt water off.
That night, after they had showered and gotten changed, we went out for a tiki light dinner on the beach. Pokin chose all seafood, Nicholas, anything, but.
My bud dressed casual. I decided to stay classy.
It was supposed to be a 3 course dinner, but between the amuse bouche and the 2nd dessert they had 5 courses.
Obviously I preferred the courses at the end.
When we got back, they had brought the leftover cake to the room (which unfortunately had melted a bit), and set out a heart shaped flower bed. That’s sweet.
By then I could barely stay awake. Good day. Congrats bud! I think I played my role pretty well!
During our tour, our butler-guide explained that there was fish feeding and shark feeding every Monday, Wednesday and Friday at the Jean Georges Lagoon.
“Shark feeding??” This I gotta see.
Right by the entrance of St Regis is the Jean Georges Lagoon restaurant. The area under the restaurant is netted off and rescued sharks are being raised there until it’s time for their release. Currently there was a lemon shark and a black reef tipped shark. A caretaker stood by the lagoon and tried to feed the sharks as she told us shark facts.
“Can you guess how many sharks are killed per year? About 100 million. That’s 11,417 sharks per hour. In contrast, sharks have only killed 12 humans a year. Usually because they mistake humans for seals or sea turtles. Sharks are usually quite timid.” Poor things.
I say she tried because those sharks were no match for the tuna that were way faster. As the sharks tried to swim towards the food the food was already gone.
So if you come here, you can come check out these sharks. Just don’t accidentally wade into the shark lagoon.
Right after we got settled in, it was time to speak to the wedding coordinator, Adélaïde, about the day.
Wedding planning can be stressful. I’ve seen it with my bud’s friends and family. So they went with a package deal. St Regis has this a la carte brochure where you can pick and choose the details.
They went with (exchange rate of approximately 100 XPF to 1 USD):
Miri Miri Spa location (normally 75 000 XPF, free because it was a valentine offer)
4 hour photoshoot with Kim Akrich 200 000 XPF
Videography with Sadry Ghacir 63 000 XPF
Total : 619 500 XPF (around $6.2K USD) Given that the average wedding costs $26,720 USD, they made out alright!
Anyway, they picked all that stuff but they still didn’t know what was actually happening during the ceremony – hence the briefing.
Right by the lobby is the bridal boutique, and that’s where you go. Turns out a lot of people come to the resort and spontaneously decide to do a Tahitian vow renewal, so they are all set up for that!
Once in the boutique, Adélaïde ran through the schedule for the next day. Sounded pretty simple. Pokin : be ready at 10:30am. Nicholas : 1-1:30pm. Anything that needs to be pressed or steamed, pass it to Adélaïde now. Everything else will be handled.
Sweet! Sounds simple enough! Time to explore this place!
But it’s only 5pm and we have to wait till midnight.
Thank goodness we get to loiter in an airline lounge (thanks, Chase Reserve for the Priority Lounge access!) My bud and I settle into our seats.
From our seats we have a vantage point to our departure gate. It’s sort of fun, sitting up here and spying on other guests.
My bud and I kill time by people watching. Pokin decides to kill time by helping herself to pieces of sushi and celery sticks, one piece at a time. How inefficient, I think. “I’m killing time,” Pokin reminds us.
Eventually midnight rolls around and finally we get to board!
How do I know we’re going to a french destination?
Red wine? Cheese? Mini baguette? Dead. Giveway. Anyway, it’s a red-eye, so time for some sleep.
At 5am in the morning we roll into the Pape’ete, Tahiti. Flight 1, Flight 2 done. We collect our luggage and are greeted with leis. They didn’t count right and forgot my bud’s. I think my bud’s too sleepy to notice. Time to loiter again in an airport. I’m like a pro now at this.
The Pape’ete airport was unexpected. For how many tourists come through and how expensive Bora Bora is, I was expecting the airport to be nicer. But it feels a little older, a little worn down. Only later did I learn that French Polynesia is still a pretty poor country.
Around 7:30am, it’s time to board Flight 3 to Bora Bora! We did not realize it was open seating so it’s first on, first pick of where you sit. Lucky for us, we sat on the side of the plane where we got a first view of the island. I had to climb over Nicholas so I could get a good view, but a view I got! Looks like the video games I play!
The Bora Bora airport, built in 1943, was actually the first airport in French Polynesia. It was built by the US Army during World War II and all international flights used to route through this airport first. It wasn’t until 1960 that the Fa’a’ā International Airport opened in Pape’ete.
The Bora Bora airport is located on the fringes on its own island, and so from here, you have to get on a boat. Inside the airport were different booths set up by the hotels. At the same time we saw where we had to be, a fellow approached us (creepy a little ?)
“Mr. Scheri?” he says. “La ora na. Please show us your luggage and we’ll be glad to help you onto your boat.”
So we find our luggage and head out to the docks. I expected some sort of big boat. Our host points to the tiniest boat in the dock.
“Please, this way into the boat.” Turns out we were the only guests they were picking up at that time. Nice!! Our own private boat ride!
“I hope you don’t mind we chose this boat.” Our guide says as we start our journey. “It’s small, but it’s fast.” Off we go!
Our journey takes us from one corner of the lagoon eastwards. It takes about 15 minutes.
And then we are here! And were greeted by a whole entourage and some fresh mango juice.
Lucky for us, our room was available right away. But first, a tour. Every room at St Regis comes with your own personal butler, and it was time for our butler to give us a tour of the facilities. By golf cart! I hope to use our butler a lot. I want to order plenty of hot cocoa!
St Regis Bora Bora is a 44-acre property so it’s quite spread out! To get around the resort you can either call for a golf cart ride, or else you can take any of the bikes that are scattered across the property and cycle on the bike paths. The resort features two pools, several beaches, a tennis court, gym, spa, multiple restaurants, a couple baby sharks and a lagoonarium stocked full of fish that you can snorkel with. There are also paddle boards, kayaks and other equipment that’s free to use.
Photo courtesy of St Regis Bora Bora
But I want to see our room! And so, after our tour our little golf cart pulls up to our room. We were given room 118. Nicholas told me we had gotten a Deluxe Overwater Bungalow, but it looks like they upgraded us to one with a Mt Otemanu view. Sweet!
And here we are! Our bungalow is 1,550 square feet. Way bigger than the places we lived in SF, Chile, and HK! I could definitely get used to this.
