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They look spectacular. We also have a budget and a healthy fear of our own credit card statement, so in Moorea we did something different.
We rented a little bungalow near Tipaniers Beach, one of the most sought-after parts of the island, and stayed with a local host for about a tenth of what the nearby overwater bungalows cost. Best decision we made.
Our host showed up with fruit from his property almost every day. Mangoes, starfruit, passionfruit, coconut water, crabapples, you name it.
This wasn't grocery-store fruit. This was the kind of mango that makes you stop mid-sentence because your brain is busy reevaluating every mango you've ever eaten.
One day he explained that he could never charge anyone for the fruit. God gave it to him for free, so it wouldn't be right to charge someone else.
That pretty much tells you everything you need to know about the guy.
Then there was the breadfruit.
He fried some up and left it in a bowl on our porch one morning. Suddenly we understood why the HMS Bounty sailed halfway around the world in the 1700s looking for breadfruit trees. Honestly, after one bite, mutiny seemed like a reasonable career move.
Forget potatoes. This was like eating thick, ridiculously delicious potato chips.
Then came the day we had to leave.
Our host gave us each a seashell necklace and told us to hang it next to our bed at home, so every morning we'd see it and remember Moorea. If we remembered Moorea every morning, he said, we'd come back.
I'm not sure that's a proven marketing strategy, but it was pretty damn effective. Not that Moorea needs a marketing department. It has free breadfruit.
That's the thing about travel. Sometimes the best part of a place isn't the thing you paid the most for. It's the person you meet, the meal you didn't plan on, the fruit someone hands you because they have more than they need.
So here's the tip: don't just search for the nicest place to stay. Search for the place that lets you experience where you actually are.
You might just save some money. You might get introduced to fried breadfruit, and you might leave with a new friend and a seashell hanging by your bed, quietly working on you until you book the flight back.