"After touching down on a strip of asphalt between jungled mountains and the Pacific Ocean, our jet taxis up to Rarotonga airport’s back door and deposits us directly into the terminal, where veteran entertainer Papatua strums his ukulele and sings songs of welcome. At passport control, immigration officials chat amiably about our holiday plans; bags arrive promptly on the single luggage belt and women in floral dresses and flower crowns greet every passenger before shepherding them to their respective hotel reps..." Read more here.