MANA:(noun) The power of the elemental forces of nature embodied in an object or person June 7th: Sailed inside of the lagoon and anchored on the SE side by Motu Piti Aau. “Travel is like love, mostly because it’s a heightened state of awareness, in which we are mindful, receptive, undimmed by familiarity and ready to be transformed. That is why the best trips, like the best love affairs, never really end.” — Pico Iyer

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Bora Bora, a full crew of passionate skiers and best friends, mana peaked as we awoke to the reality that collectively we were experiencing the most sought after destination on earth. The fresh taste of salt in our mouths refreshed our morning excitement, as we set out to explore the island. We headed down to town and bounced about the art galleries, artisan crafts, pearl and tourist shops, tasting and smelling everything we walked passed. After a quick bite, we made our way back and popped into the Yacht club for a quick dip in their infinity pool and cocktail. As we refilled our water tanks, we began to chat with a couple from New Zealand in retirement. They were on an around the world journey after the purchase of a new, pristine monohull. Their stories of storms, days without the sight of land and exotic places drove our imaginations to run wild. As we watched the sunset, we flirted with the idea of this amazing vacation becoming a fulltime lifestyle. June 8th: Sailed inside of lagoon to the West side of the island. We spent the night on a mooring ball at the Maikai Marina. “Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things – air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky – all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.” – Cesare Pavese Re-grounded and rested from having some cultural interactions, we were once again eager to discover the more remote and off the grid areas of the island. We sailed down to the west side of Bora Bora, passing the stunning Four Seasons and cooing over the most unfathomable pantone of azure and turquoise. In need of some movement and play, we immediately rigged up a rope and one of the dinghies to wakesurf. After, the crew split into two groups. One set out on an adventure to swim with manta rays and the other swam to shore for a mission to the other side of the island. The 50 meter swim felt as though we had landed on the moon. Unfathomably clear and barren waters flowed around and beneath us. We came to shore and met a local Tahitian man named De’jere. He spoke no English and we, though fluent in Spanish and Portuguese, certainly spoke no Tahitian or French. He smiled, showed us his lobsters from the morning's catch and the path to the other side of the island. We tiptoed barefooted over broken coral for a quick ten minute stroll and landed on a breathtaking stretch of isolated beach and raw reef. The stunning waters in front of us seemed to call each of us to take a moment with Mother Nature . We separated to stack rocks, mediate, skip shells and watch as the seemingly still sand of the beach began to crawl with miniature hermit crabs. After an hour or so, we headed back to the other side of the island and met De’jere and his friends. Whether thanks to the sanctity of travelling, curiosity and mutual respect, none of us could communicate, but we were wildly intrigued by each other. They gestured for us to stay and sat, shared a fresh coconut water and began the dance of conversation with hand gestures and English words with French accents. They let us take out their hand-built outriggers (the Tahitian form of sea kayaks), showed us how to make a coconut mash and played music. Every one of us knew the words...One Love...One heart...Bob Marley had become our common ground of words. The afternoon melted away and we headed back to the boat to sail back to the Yacht Club for the Saturday night pool party. We shook hands, bought De’jere’s lobster, exchanged gifts and left the shores of the islands invigorated by the experience. We sailed back to the Yacht Club, prepared dinner and headed to the Saturday night pool party. June 9th: Explored the lagoon and anchored at Matira Beach “Our happiest moments as tourists always seem to come when we stumble upon one thing while in pursuit of something else.” — Lawrence Block Ready to explore a new and less tourist filled area of Bora Bora, we made our way down the south side of the island to reach Matira Beach. Clear water and beautiful lagoons allowed us to surf the wave behind the Cameral IV. The waters hue on this side of the island is more pure than nearly any area on earth. The clarity of it captivated our minds, bodies and souls and we quickly jumped off the Cameral IV to grab some traditional local food from a snack shack, one of the few places actually open on a Sunday. After, we walked the beach lined with quaint beach homes and a mix of locals and expats. Liberti even had the luck of finding a black pearl washed up along the shore. We made our way back to the boat and settled into a game of cards, amazing curried coconut lentils and playing music. June 10th: Sailed through Passe Teavanui to Passe Rautoanui in Raiatea. Set anchor North of Motu Tahunao. “I shall be telling this with a sigh somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I – I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.” — Robert Frost &nsbpOur crew woke up early this morning as we prepared for another long passage through Passe Teavanui to Passe Rautoanui in Raiatea. We popped into the Yacht Club for a quick shower and fuel for the dinghies. We cleared the pass and raised the mainsail for the calmest sail of the entire trip. A small squall washed our faces and bow with fresh rain as we laid the anchor and gazed over the harsh cliffs of Raiatea, which were perfectly framed with a full rainbow. Sanctuary and unfathomable beauty surrounded us, as well as the postcard worthy Motu Tahunao and a perfect left reef break. Outriggers followed behind the Cameral IV, surfing our wake as we peered over the horizon at yet again another stunning sunset. We settled in for a relaxed evening on the boat, excited to play on the most sacred of all the Society Islands. In ancient times, all the chiefs of French Polynesia would gather on Raiatea, coming from as far as the Hawaiian islands to discover its healing power and the sacred crackling flower, the Tiare Apetah. To start your own adventure go to The Moorings To find shades just like the ones seen in the videos check out Zeal Optics

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