When Elliott and I got married, we wanted our wedding to be a vacation in and of itself. We got married in Palm Springs on a Friday on purpose, so we could have full weekend vacation with all of our family and friends who made the trek to the desert from Los Angeles. We ended up spending nearly a week in Palm Springs, so when we began researching places for honeymoon, we wanted to find somewhere that would be fun, relaxing, adventurous but wouldn’t require us to take another 2-3 weeks off of work. After looking at Central and South America and determining the weather might be a little dicey for August, we shifted our eyes west.
After much discussion and deliberation with a VERY helpful travel agent resource I stumbled upon, we landed on Moorea for our honeymoon. Moorea is an island in French Polynesia and while most folks look at the well known ones (Tahiti, Bora Bora), we chose Moorea due to it’s more authentic nature. Don’t get me wrong, we wanted a nice hotel with a stupid fucking stilt house, but we also wanted to be able to walk into an authentic village, rent a scooter and explore the local areas, vs. being chained to one 5 Star Hotel and it’s overpriced restaurant for a week. Moorea was exactly what we wanted- a dream.
Stay at the Moorea Pearl Resort. There are a couple other options on the island (Hilton, Intercontinental, Sofitel, etc.) but the Pearl is the only resort walking distance to a local village. We met a number of folks from other hotels on our honeymoon, one couple who actually came to our hotel property, and they were extremely jealous. They said they all felt chained to their hotel with no opportunity to walk, or explore. So, TOOT-fucking-TOOT, we killed it with our hotel choice and I don’t care if I brag.
Upon arrival into the open-air lobby we were driven to our over-water bungalow by the nicest man ever, who ended up being our local food connoisseur. Our room was superb- an extra private stilt house at the end of the pontoon, a glass floor to see the coral below, and our own upper balcony and then a lower balcony to dive directly into the water. Unlike some of the other resorts on other islands, the water at the Pearl is not ankle or waist deep. Half of our stilts were on a more waist deep coral reef, the other two stilts were off a huge ocean cliff so we could do dives, cannonballs straight from our room. Elliott loved that. Highly recommend splurging on one of the ocean side ones if patios and laying out is your thing- otherwise every Tom, Dick and Harry that grabs a mai tai at the bar sees you and your nip nops if you are topless tanning (for example).
The hotel offers is breakfast every day, a great spa, snorkeling equipment, paddle boards, and the nicest people.