tahiti arts and culture
Eighteen hours ago, I was trapped in a boat’s cabin, bound and kidnapped by three women. One of them was my chauffeur, while one of them was a little person in lycra threatening to marry me. I was close to giving up when I heard the chopper approach the boat, signaling the arrival of the priest for the ceremony.
Hereiti gave me the sweetest goodbye the night before I left. The entire night before. Leaving felt bittersweet, but as usual, it was the woman who seemed stronger and ready for what was to happen next. We shared emails although we both knew it was highly unlikely anything was going to happen between us again.