Living in New York City, you can take a cab to JFK and in four hours be sitting on a beautiful Caribbean island enjoying the warmth and relaxation that the city has deprived you of. The fact that this option is right in New York’s backyard left me feeling sort of ambivalent about traveling halfway around the world to a place like Tahiti which seemingly offered what we already had such ready access too.
I have to admit when I am wrong, because I have absolutely never been to a more visually stunning place than French Polynesia. On top of that it’s going to be difficult to find a resort more enjoyable than the Vahine Island.
To get to Vahine you need to fly to Tahiti’s capital of Papeete (we flew Air Tahiti Nui from Los Angeles which was a red-eye which happens to be long enough to actually get some rest; Air France flies to PPT as well) and then hopped on a quick intra-island flight to Raiatea. From there the resort stands a short 30 minute boat ride away. Once you step off that boat onto Vahine looking at the blue waters and bright sun, all is right in the world.