Bora Bora: I am practically without words. It’s incredible.
When we returned from our honeymoon to French Polynesia (Tahiti, Moorea, and Bora Bora) and I posted my photos to the Web, friends and family agreed that it looks like we shot everything in front of a green screen here in L.A. It’s just too spectacular to be real.
But back specifically now to the Hilton Bora Bora Nui. The great service began when the Hilton’s boat picked us up from the Bora Bora airport. For some reason, we were the only ones on it — V.V.I.P.-ish! We got our leis and never had to hassle with our bags (at all, on the whole trip). The staff whisked them away and handled everything. We were greeted with fruit juice and taken by golf cart to our bungalow after a little tour of the sprawling resort. Seeing my jaw drop, the woman checking us in said (in her best English, which was overall great): “Welcome in the postcard.”