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Island reboot: Unplugging in Rangiroa’s natural beauty
Island reboot: Unplugging in Rangiroa’s natural beauty
By An Amlotte“Hey, I just realised this doesn’t have auto-correct,” my husband, Jeff, said as he was scribbling on the first page of the journal we just had purchased at Los Angeles International Airport. Our new life without smartphones, tablets and computers was going to take some getting used to.The decision to forgo connectivity on our second trip to the South Pacific hadn’t come easily because our phones are our constant companions. But after recently spending a few hours gardening — phone-free — I realised how much I had enjoyed that little break, and I wanted more.I proposed an unplugged vacation to Jeff. At first, we weren’t sure we could do it. He had doubts; I had anxiety. Dozens of what-ifs tumbled through my head.But the desire to be free of the constant pull of calls, texts, e-mails and social media proved stronger. We wanted a real getaway.We were headed to the beautiful atoll of Rangiroa in the Tuamotu Archipelago of French Polynesia, a one-hour flight northeast of Tahiti. Two years ago, we had honeymooned on nearby Bora-Bora and loved it so much we wanted to come back to see more of the islands.The Tuamotus form the largest chain of atolls in the world, and because the islands sit low in the water, it was easy to get that end-of-the-world feeling we wanted. Rangiroa had been a contender for our honeymoon, so it was at the top of our list for this 12-day visit in October.We decided to stay at Hotel Kia Ora Resort & Spa, located on the northwest part of the atoll, between the Avatoru and Tiputa passes. It was renovated in 2011 and offers a range of bungalows full of creature comforts. We had trouble choosing just one, so we decided to start our vacation in a garden villa with a private plunge pool and finish in one of the over-water bungalows that are typical in French Polynesia.We expected the highlight of our unplugged vacation to be the three nights we planned at Kia Ora’s secluded satellite property: the Kia Ora Sauvage, five bungalows without electricity on a remote motu, or islet, on the south side of Rangiroa. What better place to leave behind the world of electronics and just be together, enjoy life and all that nature has to offer?Without electricity or cell towers, we’d have little use for our devices at Le Sauvage. But we needed a plan for the rest of the trip. Simply turning everything off wasn’t going to work. If we had our devices, we would use them. We had to go a step further and leave them at home. After a solemn turning-off ceremony, we tucked them away the morning of our departure.It was the right decision, and much easier than I thought. Soon, we began to see the benefits of unplugged travel. Imagine going through airport security without having to pull anything out of your carry-on or pockets. Just take off your shoes and you’re done. No chargers, cables and endless accessories to pack, no frustration about spotty Wi-Fi.But the best part came when we were on Rangiroa. At home, my phone charges on my nightstand, and it’s usually the first thing I reach for in the morning. It easily eats up half an hour of my time even before I start my day.Without screens, there is just nature. Without electronic distractions, all we had to do when we woke up was kick back the covers and fulfil the promise of the day ahead.Where life really is simpleOne of the most refreshing things about unplugged travel is breaking away from your usual pastimes and replacing them with different ones. I felt almost like a kid again as I packed my travel editions of Battleship and Connect 4, and a kite, something I hadn’t used since my dad made one for me when I was little.We wanted to rediscover a more simple life, and we thought we’d find it at Hotel Kia Ora’s private island, Motu Avea Rahi, also known as Le Sauvage, one hour by boat from the main resort.There are only five bungalows here, with a maximum of 10 guests cared for by two hosts, Michel and his wife, Tetuanui. The island is small; we walked around it in less than 15 minutes after we arrived. The restaurant and kitchen have electricity but the bungalows do not, although each had a water heater.Each thatch-roofed bungalow is made from local materials, and all are situated on the palm-fringed beach with impressive lagoon views. They have king beds with the same heavenly bedding that we found at the main hotel — fluffy pillows, crisp white sheets, a waffle-weave cotton blanket and a mattress so comfortable we wanted to stuff it in our suitcase and take it home.In the back of the bungalow, separated by a driftwood curtain, is a cute bathroom with a giant shell for a sink and a floor made up of coral pieces. Every afternoon at 5, Michel would deliver an oil lamp to each bungalow.On our first two nights, two other couples — Cecile and Michel from France and Brigitte and Stephan from Germany — also were here. Meals were served family-style, so we got to know one another and had a few chuckles trying to communicate in three languages. Breakfast was my favourite meal of the day, with pancakes, French toast and yogurt, while lunch and dinner usually included freshly caught fish, fruit and a vegetable platter.We were the only guests on our final night, alone on a tiny speck of land in the middle of the South Pacific. There was no moon while we were there, but the stars were so bright we could easily see.We read books, flew our kite, snorkelled around the unspoiled coral and spent quality time soaking up our beautiful surroundings and recharging our inner selves. We found peace, calm and relaxation.Where the dolphins, sharks and sunsets reignEven though there is no nightlife or much shopping on remote Rangiroa, we found plenty of things to do.On our first night, we took a 15-minute walk from our hotel to a point on the Tiputa Pass known as Cite des Dauphins.Twice a day when the current is strong, you can see bottlenose dolphins here, jumping and frolicking in the waves. Some dolphins leaped so high and so gracefully that people cheered.Also on our wish list was a visit to the Blue Lagoon, a natural pool on the edge of the main reef formed by a string of motu, sand banks and coral reefs. It offers the vistas that people expect when they imagine paradise, and its shallow turquoise waters are thick with small fish and blacktip reef sharks.The experience was certainly worth the hour-long boat ride through choppy lagoon waters, although we were disappointed to see our guides feed the sharks and hoist one out of the water by its dorsal fin.Rangiroa has two deep passes, or straits, that connect the lagoon at the atoll’s centre to the ocean. Sea life congregates in these passes; stingrays and various species of sharks are mainstays, and it’s not uncommon to see manta rays. The current in the passes changes direction as the tide rises and falls, and drift snorkelling can be done safely when the current flows from the ocean into the lagoon. Snorkelers and fish are propelled through the water — sort of like flying underwater — along the walls of coral.We did a mini drift snorkel through the Avatoru Pass at the end of our outing to the Blue Lagoon and had scheduled a two-hour drift-snorkelling excursion through Tiputa Pass on our last day in Rangiroa.Because of a miscommunication about the departure time, we missed the boat. I was heartbroken.A spectacular sunset that evening was a small consolation prize from Mother Nature, as was a sighting the next morning of the first eagle ray I had ever seen, gliding past our over-water bungalow just as we were closing the door behind us.As we sat waiting for the transfer to the airport, Fisher, one of Hotel Kia Ora’s activity directors, motioned me to follow him. He had heard about our missed excursion and said he had something for me.He grabbed a folded-up napkin from his desk and gave it to me. Inside the crumpled paper were two Tahitian black pearls. It was such a sweet gesture that I started to cry.And so, as was the case during our Bora-Bora honeymoon two years ago, we left the island with me in tears and my husband, Jeff, promising that we’d come back. —Los Angeles Times/TNS