We were awakened early in the morning by what felt like the ship hitting something solid! At first I thought we had hit a reef or something, shades of Titanic... it turned out that the swells around Rarotonga were so huge that they felt like solid material. We could observe a tanker being tossed around like a feather in wind drafts.
So...the Captain decided we simply could not stay, and we left. Hello and Goodbye, Rarotonga - I didn't even have a chance to take one picture as we came and left! I would say it was larger than Pitcairn and smaller than Easter Island.
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