Cook Islands

What a cute little island. Cook Islands is like an undeveloped, cheap Bermuda with friendly people. They use the New Zealand dollar, which is only $0.42 to the US Dollar. I went to a few local stores and waved my big green dollars in their face and taunting them that I could buy their whole store with the money in my fist. They showed me their fist instead. I guess they are friendly but without a sense of humour. Either that or they are backwards.

They are so trusting here - I just took a push bike from the hostel without paying and just started biking around the island. I rode through a grove of banana trees and stopped to snack on some yellow bananas. There were green bananas on some trees too! I've never seen green bananas before. They don't taste good. I cut down most of the green bananas so other people don't eat them by mistake.

None of the bananas have the Chiquita stickers or Dole stickers on them. They are so backward here. I also rode through a grove of mango trees. The mangos were too high up the ground. I got out my portable chainsaw and cut a few trees down so I can get to the fruits. I started pigging out on the mangos. They didn't have any stickers on them either. After gorging myself full, I didn't feel too good.

After a hard ride back to the hostel, I REALLY didn't feel good. I just had enough time to get a pitcher from the kitchen and barfed for a while. The pitcher was filled with regurgitated bananas and mangos. It looked like fruit smoothie. I put it back in the refrigerator so I can feed it to the pigs later and went to take a shower.

After my shower, I came out to find my fellow dorm-mates at the hostel enjoying my fruit smoothie. That teaches them to steal my food. British people are always stealing my food.