captain andy’s – the rarotongan
I’ve been meaning to write this post for weeks – months even! – but somehow never managed around to doing it.
I’m not sure why. The pictures were sorted through and edited. The menu (haphazardly photographed) was located in a file some weeks ago. But the writing, it just didn’t happen.
My only logical conclusion is that I’ve been struck down by an affliction commonly known as island time.
I’d flick through my photographs and gazing at the bluest of blue water. Remember the way that the fresh lagoon breeze cooled the skin. The way the brightest of coloured fish dodged around legs atop a smooth rock. And somehow, minutes turned into hours and I was running late for something or bed would call and the post would lie unfinished for another week. Or month. Or five.
