TAHITI
The most famous event in the region's recent history was the mutiny on the Bounty. It was on Tahiti and the Austral island of Tubuai that Fletcher Christen and his mutineers sought refuge after setting William Bligh and his faithful crew members adrift in a tiny open boat near the Tongan islands on 28 April 1789. And, ultimately, it was on Tahiti that the long arm of British law rounded up those mutineers who hadn't escaped to Pitcairn Island, and made them face British justice.

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Moorea, Tahiti - 31 December, 2003
New Years Eve sunrise on Moorea, Tahiti. Mark awoke to a soft warm tongue lavishly licking his soft red lips. Lucky fella. Mark scored the first lady on the trip.

Moorea, Tahiti – 31st December, 2003
After his morning tongue tango Mark was literally buggered. So he wrapped himself in his grandmas tablecloth (he does anything to save money) and passed out. He scored the ultimate location for a perfect nights sleep.

Moorea, Tahiti - 31st December, 2003
Another perfect sunrise in Tahiti.  Our last day in Tahiti and the last sunrise for 2003. The two hot bitches Bogga hooked up with the night before are up early too, enjoying a morning stroll and contemplating whether they will ever play ´chase the stick´ with Bogga ever again!



Moorea, Tahiti - 30th December, 2003
The descent coming down from the other side of our campsite. The furthest ridge peak is where we were camping. So far on our trip, this track has been rated the best driveway in the world (There is a house up there somewhere).

Moorea, Tahiti - 30th December, 2003
The second morning of our trek across Moorea, an island just off the mainland of Papeete. Steve is whittling some sticks making knives and forks so that we can eat breakfast. The knives and forks Steve made were great; the damper which Geoff and Mark made was shit.  The damper was so rock-hard that Geoff broke his wooden cutlery when trying to eat it.  We later discovered the damper was better used for trying to hunt wild animals.

Moorea, Tahiti - 29th December, 2003
It rained every day and every night. Lucky we bought one two man tent for three large gentlemen. It was at this campsite crammed into the tent at 2am with lightning snapping at the horizon that we discovered Marks B.O. This smell was pungent and remarkably similar to salt and vinegar chips. Geoff and Steve are discussing the possibilities of using the tent as some form of parachute with which to descend the mountain.

Moorea, Tahiti - 29th December, 2003
Geoff attempting to work out which island we were on. Mark and I filled him with Tahitian moonshine, knocked him out and dragged him onto an unspecified ferry in Papeete. To test his orienteering skills Geoff had to work out which of countless islands in the South Pacific Ocean he was located on.

Do you think they really did it? Maybe its all just tricky photo manipulation. I mean who is really going to ride around the world on some stupid motorbike anyway? Seems like a pretty stupid idea to me.