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I didn't take a photo of the back, but this is a copy of the map of Alofi I found online. Since I relied of these two maps quite a bit for the week, it triggers very fond memories when I look at these maps.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12344581906759349811noreply@blogger.com5Niue International Airport (IUE), Niue-19.077778 -169.926667-44.4047685 148.764739 6.2492125000000023 -128.618073tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244411001869240046.post-9557968825412575192011-07-09T22:04:00.000-07:002015-10-06T22:06:42.206-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Here's my trusty map for a week - it definitely had the best info of any of the other maps I've seen - I guess Niue is just a bit out of the way and not very well covered by a lot of the other resources. I added a few interesting annotations to the map as I learned more about Niue, such as "Tapu in centre, beyond ancient wall" to Huvalu Forest.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12344581906759349811noreply@blogger.com1Niue International Airport (IUE), Niue-19.077778 -169.926667-44.4047685 148.764739 6.2492125000000023 -128.618073tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244411001869240046.post-75613629384666265742011-07-09T22:01:00.000-07:002015-10-06T22:04:05.960-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On the flight back, I was amused to see Shortland Street and Rugby listed as "genres" in the Air New Zealand entertainment system. Arriving back in Auckland, I grabbed a quick dinner at Mentatz Ramen, which I'm a fan of, and went over to Logan's apartment. He was quite startled when he came back and I was in his apartment, since he apparently forget I was coming back that day and I didn't have my phone to contact him with. What a nice guy for having me stay with him for a while.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12344581906759349811noreply@blogger.com1Niue International Airport (IUE), Niue-19.077778 -169.926667-44.4047685 148.764739 6.2492125000000023 -128.618073tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244411001869240046.post-7934105330469595912011-07-09T21:58:00.000-07:002015-10-06T22:00:53.757-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I thought it was cute that as you left the holding pen to board the plane, a few people from the tourist agency were there to see you off. They hand you a brochure with a farewell message, a few coupons, and a area where with a few signatures.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12344581906759349811noreply@blogger.com1Niue International Airport (IUE), Niue-19.077778 -169.926667-44.4047685 148.764739 6.2492125000000023 -128.618073tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244411001869240046.post-72238989366973376462011-07-09T21:57:00.000-07:002015-10-06T21:58:19.514-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There was a gate and a propeller as a sculpture at the airport.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12344581906759349811noreply@blogger.com0Niue International Airport (IUE), Niue-19.077778 -169.926667-44.4047685 148.764739 6.2492125000000023 -128.618073tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244411001869240046.post-90728417633973930182011-07-09T21:56:00.000-07:002015-10-06T21:57:33.564-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The outdoor holding pen for departing passengers. I chatted with a few people who I've become familiar with seeing them around the island for the past week. There was also some music, and the musicians/dancers set up to welcome the incoming flight.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12344581906759349811noreply@blogger.com1Niue International Airport (IUE), Niue-19.077778 -169.926667-44.4047685 148.764739 6.2492125000000023 -128.618073tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244411001869240046.post-63168422044588714892011-07-09T21:54:00.000-07:002015-10-06T21:56:11.690-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Eventually, we were ushered outside as the indoor area was converted to a pre-customs arrival lounge. We had a surprisingly long wait here, and the plane just suddenly materialized silently out of nowhere as it landed.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12344581906759349811noreply@blogger.com1Niue International Airport (IUE), Niue-19.077778 -169.926667-44.4047685 148.764739 6.2492125000000023 -128.618073tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244411001869240046.post-30270438670882072382011-07-09T21:53:00.000-07:002015-10-06T21:54:53.905-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The airport was pretty relaxed. Made it through security and to the waiting area pretty easily. Apparently next week is going to be busier in Niue, with 220 arrivals and only 160 departures on this weekly flight.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12344581906759349811noreply@blogger.com1Niue International Airport (IUE), Niue-19.077778 -169.926667-19.3179165 -170.2493905 -18.837639499999998 -169.6039435tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244411001869240046.post-1519741214904006412011-07-09T21:47:00.000-07:002015-10-06T21:49:18.383-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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At 12:30pm, with one last look at the ocean, it was time to head to the airport :(Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12344581906759349811noreply@blogger.com0Niue Backpackers, Alofi, Niue-19.056626700540896 -169.92226481437683-19.057095700540895 -169.92289531437683 -19.056157700540897 -169.92163431437683tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244411001869240046.post-67543433358722954672011-07-09T21:41:00.000-07:002015-10-06T21:46:06.088-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I spent the rest of the morning reading over the Lonely Planet book about Singapore/Malaysia/Brunei from 2001 on the bookshelf. Soon, there was a big bustle of cars and general excitement in the streets. Today happens to be the day the monthly cargo ship docks, and the weekly flight arrives, so the entire island nation is in a frenzy of activity.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12344581906759349811noreply@blogger.com1Niue Backpackers, Alofi, Niue-19.056608954040804 -169.92227554321289-19.056843454040806 -169.92259054321289 -19.056374454040803 -169.92196054321289tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244411001869240046.post-36642817411750603312011-07-09T21:39:00.000-07:002015-10-06T21:43:07.014-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I also enjoyed the view of the ocean at the Crazy Uga. I also wrote and sent a postcard to my parents. Apparently Alexa did not make the 10am cutoff for when the mail on this island nation is collected for the week.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12344581906759349811noreply@blogger.com0Crazy Uga Café, Alofi, Niue-19.055916839055904 -169.92177933454514-19.056151339055905 -169.92209433454514 -19.055682339055902 -169.92146433454513tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244411001869240046.post-29993345348850088892011-07-09T21:36:00.000-07:002015-10-06T21:39:31.845-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Thought I'd grab a hearty breakfast at the Crazy Uga Café to nurse away the hangover and to commemorate the completion of my visit to Niue, and thus the South Pacific. I ate leisurely and sat around recording my thoughts in my journal.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12344581906759349811noreply@blogger.com0Crazy Uga Café, Alofi, Niue-19.055855993644411 -169.92174446582794-19.056324993644409 -169.92237496582794 -19.055386993644412 -169.92111396582794tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244411001869240046.post-82931055042426198022011-07-09T21:35:00.000-07:002015-10-06T21:36:31.467-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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View of the backpackers from a bit north on the road towards downtown. It's in a great location and has a great setting.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12344581906759349811noreply@blogger.com0Alofi, Niue-19.0561247273768 -169.92172837257385-19.0565937273768 -169.92235887257385 -19.055655727376802 -169.92109787257385tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244411001869240046.post-578774297917909302011-07-09T21:32:00.000-07:002015-10-06T21:35:16.465-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I thought I'd drop in one last time to the tourism office and police station to see if anyone found my phone, but no luck. Oh well, it was a cheap phone, and I guess I'm leaving NZ anyway so probably won't need my NZ SIM card that much.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12344581906759349811noreply@blogger.com0Alofi, Niue-19.056028388919032 -169.92162108421326-19.056497388919031 -169.92225158421326 -19.055559388919033 -169.92099058421326tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244411001869240046.post-20715218155462282011-07-09T21:26:00.000-07:002015-10-06T21:32:22.050-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I woke up and and realized I completely forgot about the morning market - I wanted to see Ed(?), who apparently sells magnets - I like getting my parents a postcard and a magnet everywhere I go. Oh well, probably for the better, since I stayed up so late drinking last night. I picked up a postcard-like magnet at the tourism office instead. The commercial centre had an amusing recycling bin I though I'd take a photo of.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12344581906759349811noreply@blogger.com0Shopping Centre, Alofi, Niue-19.054507247958863 -169.920312166214-19.054976247958862 -169.920942666214 -19.054038247958864 -169.919681666214tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244411001869240046.post-14614481075946069092011-07-08T22:18:00.000-07:002015-10-05T22:21:40.492-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A picture of the Niue Yacht Club below the hostel (with bonus cat). They don't own any yatchs, but have lots of visiting members. Even Lucy the dog is a member and has her own member card. I am really going to miss the warm and carefree people here. I think this is one of the few places in the world I will absolutely try to return to some day.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12344581906759349811noreply@blogger.com0Niue Backpackers, Alofi, Niue-19.056636841397246 -169.92224335670471-19.057105841397245 -169.92287385670471 -19.056167841397247 -169.92161285670471tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244411001869240046.post-5097920264263661892011-07-08T22:14:00.000-07:002015-10-05T22:19:49.463-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We also made the poumere seeds we collected earlier. They tasted a bit like peanuts, and had the texture of popcorn kernels. Ira mentioned that huhu grubs taste like peanut better. We ended up chatting and drinking until 1am, while Alexa stayed up until 3. I know I'm going to miss this very special place and the people here already. I was feeling a bit sick near the end of the night - people sure do drink a lot in Niue.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12344581906759349811noreply@blogger.com0Niue Backpackers, Alofi, Niue-19.056662193535395 -169.92227554321289-19.057131193535394 -169.92290604321289 -19.056193193535396 -169.92164504321289tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244411001869240046.post-47282218676052618282011-07-08T22:08:00.000-07:002015-10-05T22:13:56.270-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Coming back to the hostel, Alexa and I squared the car expenses - she asked for more than I thought, but I thought I'd pay it since I wasn't sure if there was a misunderstanding and I wanted to support her anyway. I always feel welcome coming back to the hostel, as Brian immediately called me to join him for some drinks when he saw me returning, but I decided to take a shower first. Coming out of the shower, I was treated to beautiful singing coming from next door and this wonderful sunset view. Brian and Jim were happily drinking on the deck. What a great life. Alexa told me a great story about how Brian was supposed to drive some backpackers to the airport, but got drunk enough to fall down the steps, much to the dismay of the backpackers, but Alexa was there to drive them instead.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12344581906759349811noreply@blogger.com0Niue Backpackers, Alofi, Niue-19.056616559683938 -169.92227017879486-19.057085559683937 -169.92290067879486 -19.056147559683939 -169.92163967879486tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244411001869240046.post-78796215820434577482011-07-08T22:01:00.000-07:002015-10-05T22:05:41.510-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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For reference, here is the inferior Palm brand corned beef that is also everywhere in the South Pacific. I took photos of the cans back at the hostel since I was getting sentimental about leaving the South Pacific in the next few days :( I ended up not needing the corned beef as Ira made us some delicious dinner from some leftovers, consisting of taro, real corned beef, and various other delicious South Pacific foods.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12344581906759349811noreply@blogger.com0Niue Backpackers, Alofi, Niue-19.056626700540896 -169.92225408554077-19.057095700540895 -169.92288458554077 -19.056157700540897 -169.92162358554077tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244411001869240046.post-49728866454718020242011-07-08T21:57:00.000-07:002015-10-05T22:01:38.519-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On the way back, we stopped at the well-known Israel Mart, where a man with a heavy Israeli accent serves up ice cream. Depending on his supply, he also has fresh and freshly-smoked fish sporadically. He said that he was making up a batch of honey-lime smoked fish for tomorrow, but had no fish today, so I picked up a can of Pacific brand corned beef -widely recognized as the superior brand. I was disappointed my can was made in Australia ..."to New Zealand recipe."Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12344581906759349811noreply@blogger.com0Niue Backpackers, Alofi, Niue-19.056611489255229 -169.92225676774979-19.05684598925523 -169.92257176774979 -19.056376989255227 -169.92194176774979tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244411001869240046.post-51179657058013628702011-07-08T21:54:00.000-07:002015-10-05T21:57:36.461-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Our last stop of the day is Tamakautoga, where we went for a swim. The sand was rough, and there was not much to snorkel around, but I did see a bunch of small fish swimming around and a well-camouflaged flounder that had taken up the purple-pink spotty pattern of the rocks. It was surprisingly hard to see when it was not moving. Sadly, it left when I went to get my camera. Apparently Ira and Alexa found skinny-dippers here one time.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12344581906759349811noreply@blogger.com0Tamakautoga Beach, Niue-19.104292012039689 -169.91873502731323-19.104761012039688 -169.91936552731323 -19.10382301203969 -169.91810452731323tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244411001869240046.post-7103353295826294462011-07-08T21:51:00.000-07:002015-10-05T21:53:16.682-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Driving north, we passed by one of the various churches on large tranquil lawns. During mass, one can hear singing coming out of the churches and see people in dresses.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12344581906759349811noreply@blogger.com0Tamakautoga, Niue-19.104276805130581 -169.91719007492065-19.105214805130583 -169.91845057492066 -19.10333880513058 -169.91592957492065tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244411001869240046.post-20606228596973879782011-07-08T21:49:00.000-07:002015-10-05T21:51:07.249-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There was a clear view of Tepa Point, which is tapu. Avatele is just to the north of the point, past the left edge of the photo.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12344581906759349811noreply@blogger.com0Pofitu Beach, Niue-19.113638927632337 -169.91275370121002-19.114107927632336 -169.91338420121002 -19.113169927632338 -169.91212320121002tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244411001869240046.post-52598476527048663292011-07-08T21:47:00.000-07:002015-10-05T21:49:35.673-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The steps were constructed quite curiously - the top part actually overhangs the bottom part, which made it quite a tight squeeze without railings.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12344581906759349811noreply@blogger.com1Pofitu Beach, Niue-19.113552759999042 -169.91275906562805-19.114490259999041 -169.91401956562805 -19.112615259999043 -169.91149856562805tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1244411001869240046.post-72527681827388073992011-07-08T21:44:00.000-07:002015-10-05T21:48:44.178-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On the way back, we stopped at a sign that said Pofitu, which Alexa also has not been to. A short trail led to a secluded cove with a beach.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12344581906759349811noreply@blogger.com0Pofitu Beach, Niue-19.113502073134931 -169.91268396377563-19.115377573134932 -169.91520546377564 -19.111626573134931 -169.91016246377563