First Impressions

First Impressions?

What. A. Start.

We left Australia at 11am on a Monday and somehow arrived… at 2am on the same Monday. Yep, we’ve officially cracked time travel. Take that, Einstein. Unfortunately, our new sci-fi skills didn’t come with hotel bookings in multiple timelines—because I’d only booked our accommodation for Tuesday. Time travel: 1. Us: 0.

But hey, we do what we always do in a crisis—channel our inner MacGyver and wing it with a smile. We grabbed our hire car, hit the road, and stumbled upon a dreamy resort sitting right on the striking black sands of Lafayette. Not too shabby for a miscalculated time jump.

It’s toasty here—27 degrees and twice as warm as when we left chilly Sydney. So far, no complaints.

Real First Impressions?

Warm. Tropical. Beautiful. Friendly. And just… different. The good kind of different. Like, “where-have-you-been-all-my-life” different.

From the poisson cru (Tahitian raw fish in coconut milk and veggies—basically a tropical ceviche that makes your taste buds dance), to the jaw-dropping black sand beaches, the dramatic, Jurassic Park-worthy green peaks, and locals so friendly they could probably charm the salt out of the sea.

Everyone seems to have a flower tucked behind their ear and a smile that says, “Don’t worry, we’ll figure it out.” Our French-English conversations are mostly guesswork, hand gestures, and laughs—but it somehow works. Google Translate who?

And yes… we may have “accidentally” popped into a golf course. It was beautiful, breezy, and had more birds than golfers—ideal, really.

Verdict so far?

This place is magical. We’ve only just arrived, and we are already in love. Bring on the adventures, the misadventures, and everything in between.