Dr. Jack Wheeler
January 25, 2013
Ia orana! That's Hello! in Tahitian (ee-ah-rana).
Captain James Cook (1728-1779) made his first voyage to Tahiti in April 1769. Whenever introduced to a chief, he would doff his hat, sweep it before him with a slight bow, and greet him by saying, "Your Honor." Tahitians have been greeting each other by saying how they pronounced "your honor" ever since.
Most all of us dream at one time or another of living in a Polynesian paradise of perfect balmy weather, palm trees wafting in the breeze over soft sandy beaches, turquoise lagoons laden with fish, dramatic mountains covered with fruit-laden tropical forests - something like this, maybe...

I took this on a motu or sand islet on the reef surrounding the island of Raivavae in the Austral Islands of French Polynesia. This is remote or real Polynesia, not the tourist version. No hotels, no restaurants, no air conditioning, no swimming pools (infinity or otherwise), no Internet, intermittent electricity, and what few modern conveniences exist from a cold Hinano beer to a liter of gas are exceedingly expensive.
Which is why there are so few tourists in this "unspoiled" idyllic island, and almost no one comes here to retire. The islanders who live here are wonderfully friendly, Raivavae is breathtakingly beautiful, you'll never forget a visit here - but it won't take long before you want to get back to America.
The current on-going tragedy, of course, is that the America we'd want to get back to seems no longer to exist. Reading every morning's news these days is like reading - and living in - a horror story. When will it end? Will we ever get our country back from the fascist thugs in Washington who have stolen it?
Two events this week suggest we may.
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