August 18, 2002 |
P&O Princess Cruises has acquired two 688-passenger ships formerly operated by Renaissance Cruises, which filed for Chapter 11 reorganization last fall, and plans to deploy them to the Pacific. The sister ships were built in 1999. The R4, redubbed the Tahitian Princess, will sail year-round out of Papeete, Tahiti, in French Polynesia, the Cook Islands and Samoa. Fares for the debut holiday cruise, leaving Dec. 24, start at $899 per person, double occupancy, with early booking discounts.
December 27, 1987 |
When the New Year dawns in the South Pacific, Tahiti's challenge will be to convince world tourism, particularly the U.S. travel market, that Tahiti and its Polynesian islands are an affordable, timely and still exotic destination. The reward would be a stronger economy for French Polynesia, which then would become capable of coping with the realities of today's world while preserving the mood of Bali Hai.
May 11, 2003
I enjoyed "In the South Pacific, a Splendid Isolation" (April 27). Years ago I took a Greek freighter carrying lumber from Coos Bay, Ore., to Papeete, Tahiti, a $300, 16-day one-way experience featuring Tongan crewmen, the smell of oil and seasickness. Being young, adventurous and impulsive, I had no return ticket to show the authorities in Papeete, and they were not too welcoming. After frantic calls to my housemates in Berkeley and my parents, I was sent a ticket to Honolulu. In Tahiti there was an inter- island ferry that the locals all used, and I ended up in Uturoa city, on Raiatea, and spent some lovely weeks with a family that took me in as if I were a relative.
May 14, 1989 |
I flew to Tahiti the other night with Ted Cook of Islands In the Sun. He was dressed in his usual aloha shirt and jeans, and he was returning to Tahiti because that's where his heart is. Twenty-five years ago Cook left his job as an aerospace engineer in Los Angeles to vacation in the South Seas. It was, he says, the beginning of a beautiful love affair. The day he got back to Los Angeles the freeways were clogged. A brownish haze hung over the city. Suddenly, everything that had seemed so terribly important made no sense.
August 3, 1997 |
French Polynesia wants you to know it's closer than you think. That island group, dominated by Tahiti, long celebrated by painters and authors and still controlled by France, is about an eight-hour flight from LAX, which makes it about two hours farther than Hawaii, but 2 1/2 hours closer than London or Paris. "Most people think it's farther. Some think it's 15 hours," laments Judy Lynes, spokeswoman for Tahiti Tourisme, the government tourist office.
April 19, 1998 |
Finally, there's a perfect ship for people who say they won't take a cruise because they don't want to dress up; they like days filled with sun, sand and water sports; and prefer a choice of restaurants, mealtimes and dinner companions rather than assigned seating. If this sounds appealing, check out the 320-passenger Paul Gauguin.
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October 27, 1995 |
A group opposed to nuclear testing will send a peace delegation to Tahiti in January to protest France's detonation of bombs in the South Pacific, its founder said Thursday. "The devastation that these tests have caused is much worse than we've been hearing," said Judy Hoyt, a Corona del Mar woman who founded Women Against Nuclear Testing. "Since we share the Pacific Ocean, what is going on there affects us. It affects the fish, the air and the water."
March 10, 1996 |
"What you need most to see Tahiti-Polynesia on a low budget is time, and the wisdom to avoid trying to see and do too much." That advice from well-traveled author David Stanley in the recently released third edition of "Tahiti-Polynesia Handbook" (Moon Travel Handbooks, $3.
July 6, 1986 |
Joe D. Price is posing for pictures in front of a 17th-Century Japanese screen before which feudal warlords once sat to receive their subjects. A latter-day ruler of Edo art treasures from Japan, Price seems about as pleased as an ornery samurai. His chin juts forward, his gray hair swirls like an unruly wreath around his balding pate, and his sometimes venomous tongue darts out of his mouth. "I don't know what you need so many pictures for," he chides the photographer.