I may have told this before. I actually fell out of an airplane there albeit one that had landed on that tiny strip. The door opened and stupid me, holding my underwater camera, took one step and fell all the way to the concrete tearing open a large cut on my knee. After a couple of free dives with the Tahitians the knee began to swell and turn colors. After travelling across the lagoon to camp at Savage the french caretaker there had to lance it to drain the puss. We flew to Huahine where I rented a car and drove each day to the other side of the island where the doc gave me the shots. The knee really began to smell bad. When we got home I was seeing an infectious disease doctor for every other day for a couple of weeks. Many people there have glory stories of sharks, tearing their skin on corral.. But me-I fell out of a plane.
