Brown horse, brown cow

We're walking into the green foliage. I have a feeling that Fatu Hiva is one of those destinations where no one really have been.

 

I suddenly want to get online but there's no such thing on the island. Why sail halfway around the world to go online?

  

I start to think about Thor Heyerdahl. He arrived on Fatu Hiva in 1937, hoping to escape civilization. But he didn't get along with the locals. Eventually he and his wife took shelter in a cave, anxious to get home.

Five leaves left

Unable to deal with people I turn to flowers and leaves. Then the flowers seem too pretty, or just too much, so I just stick with the leaves.

I'm not proud of this. Most people come to Tahiti to have a good time, but I'm dragging the camera and tripod through the thick foliage. It feels like I'm coming down with a fever.