There’s a good chance you’ve never heard of Niue, one of the world’s smallest independent nations. Located 2400 kilometres northeast of New Zealand, this remarkable country is the largest raised coral atoll in the world. Between the rugged coastline, powerful waves, stunning lagoons and coral-filled forests, Niue is a dream for the adventurous traveller, even with a baby in tow.
Last night when Paul and I took our late-afternoon bike ride with Maya here on Fakarava, we played a game exchanging our favourite memories from our trip so far. We had no shortage of snapshots to share, from moments that made our hearts soar to inside jokes that still make us laugh out loud. It was a good way to counter our recent frustrations – a soothing remedy for feeling a bit cursed on this trip.
Because sometimes it feels like we’re being punished for ever dreaming it up in the first place.
I had a moment tonight where I realized where I was.
It sounds funny, but it’s easy to take things for granted in our modern era of travel. Had I arrived on a ship I would have been sailing for weeks, even months, to get here. The remoteness surely would have settled in alongside a good dose of cabin fever. Instead I flew with a rambunctious child using my lap as a trampoline. The fact that I was flying over the open ocean didn’t strike me until we were about to land on “The Rock.”