During a trip to the Northern Cook Islands, Cook Islands News journalist Emmanuel Samoglou saw places of incredible beauty but facing isolation, a lack of resources, and economic hardship. Yet at the same time, residents enjoy a freedom that comes from choosing to live life on modest terms. In this first part of a two-part series, he writes about the island of Pukapuka.
this year, I was soaking in the lagoon with my partner and daughter, having
just arrived in Rarotonga as tourists.
up a conversation with a friendly man who was doing the same, cooling off with
his family. When he said he was from Penrhyn, I did what I often do when I meet
someone from the Pa Enua, steer conversation so I can hear some enchanting
stories of life on the outer islands.
it often happens, our chat ended with a common lament – the difficulty of life
in these remote places, and lack of affordable and timely transportation to get
northern atolls of the Cook Islands are the elusive travel dream of many.
geography, stunning landscapes, fresh and healthy food, the seemingly
unperturbed life of locals – the key ingredients are all there for bucket list
been infatuated with those islands since I first visited Rarotonga about eight
years ago, but like my new friend, I just couldn’t work out a way to get up
a miraculous thing happened. Me, a stressed-out and moody journalist whose
Rarotongan vacation earlier this year turned into an improbable escape from a
pandemic, was invited to go on a four-night expedition to Pukapuka, Manihiki,
presented with the opportunity and with a dead pan face in front of my
colleagues, I took up the offer calmly as a journalistic call of duty.
though, I felt as if I was throwing handfuls of colourful confetti into the sky
and performing an ura pa'u. I may or may not have done the latter in the privacy
of my home later that night.
weeks later I was sitting in a wide seat aboard Air Rarotonga’s Cessna Citation
II private jet, putting on my seat belt as I listened to the plane’s engines
beginning to rev.
do this,” I said to myself, looking back at my five fellow travellers and our
main tour guide, pearl farmer and businessman Kora Kora from Manihiki.
Beachside huts in on the main islet of Wale. (PHOTO: EMMANUEL SAMOGLOU) 20121834
Pukapuka is said to be derived from the Puka tree which is found in abundance
on the island, while others say Pukapuka translates to ‘the land of little
hills’ - a name given by the atoll’s first Polynesian inhabitants.
island was also the focus of the book ‘The Island of Desire’ by American writer
Robert Dean Frisbie, and has been called Danger Island - supposedly because of
the treacherous waters near the constantly submerged Tema Reef, located about
23 kilometres away.
impression upon arrival and after seeing a dozen or so inquiring and smiling
faces was an island devoid of critical deadlines and any sense of urgency. It
was Monday morning but it could easily have been Sunday afternoon.
greeted warmly by Mayor Levi Walewaoa, the island’s Member of Parliament
Tingika Elikana, and our local guide, a young man named Toa Dariu.
up here to lower my blood pressure,” Elikana told me with a laugh, as I gulped
down my first few sips of that sweet nu of the North.
transportation truck was out of service, so our bags, less than 10kg allocated
for each traveler, were loaded onto a steamroller which began inching its way
toward the small harbour on the lagoon side of Motu Ko. We trailed behind on
foot, and I took notice of the humidity and a thick carpet of sprouting
coconuts on the ground amongst the palm and pandanus trees.
arrived at the harbour, I was immediately struck by turquoise green hues of the
lagoon. Palm trees lined the shore, slanting at an angle into the lagoon. We
hopped into a small boat and set off for Ngake village, which would be our base
for the duration of our stay.
dropped our bags, wiped the sweat from our brows, and prepared for a lunch that
included fried parrotfish, uto pancakes, and poke mangaro – which is much like
traditional poke, but instead of pawpaw or banana, I was told this one was made
using the meat from young coconuts.
the table was taro papa, which is taro softened after being smacked and
prepared with fresh coconut cream. I wanted to hug the kind people who were
telling me to eat up and grab seconds.
stomachs full, I set about to explore the island and burn some calories to
prepare for our evening feed.
duration of four days for our northern group tour, the itinerary included one
night in Pukapuka, followed by a midday one-hour flight to Manihiki for two
nights, and a final skip over to Penrhyn for a final night before heading south
to the hectic and manic island of Rarotonga.
travel to these remote islands is a logistical challenge. Tourism isn’t a
developed and practised trade, and that’s part of the allure. The experiences are
authentic and there is no script. I knew that possessing a sense of adventure
and a will to go with the flow would serve me well.
that time was of the essence, I struck up conversation with Toa to hear his
story and learn about life on Pukapuka – which is closer to Western Samoa than
Rarotonga and stands out culturally among the populated islands of the Cooks.
recently returned after 10 years abroad in New Zealand and Australia, having
left to see what lay beyond the shores of the island of his birth. “I came back
here to look after my parents and my family,” he told me.
my brothers and sisters are in Oz and NZ, that’s why I moved back. I have two
kids, a one-year-old and a four-year old. I’d rather raise them here. I reckon
Pukapuka is better. Everything is free. When you have a job, you get help. When
someone needs it, you help them.”
Guide Toa Dariu, who had returned to Pukapuka to look after his parents and is now raising his family on the remote atoll. (PHOTO: EMMANUEL SAMOGLOU) 20121832
refrain I’d hear often during this trip, of life being “free”.
often than not, the people I spoke with weren’t strictly referring to financial
matters. It was a lifestyle they were referring to, and I wanted to learn more.
towards Roto village observing Pukapukan life unfold: a group of men chatting
around a digger while the giant piece of yellow machinery was doing the hard
work, a group of kids swinging wildly on a rope tied to a coconut tree, a group
of women joking and laughing loudly under the shade of a veranda, and a young
man cradling what appeared to be an injured bird, trying to coax it to fly once
population is said to be climbing, an anomaly of the trend of depopulation seen
in the Pa Enua. Currently estimated at around 450 people, island officials
expect the population to climb to 600 by the end of 2021.
curious about this trend and asked a young man named Jeremiah Yawea who had
never left Pukapuka if he wanted to travel abroad.
he said confidently, with no elaboration.
this day with overcast skies and little direct sunshine, this island was a
stunner. But there was obviously more than just a gorgeous landscape to keep
people like Yawea there, while also luring Pukapukans back who had left years
Jeremiah Yawea grew up in Pukapuka, and said he has no desire to leave. (PHOTO: EMMANUEL SAMOGLOU) 20121836
island appeared to be undergoing a sort of renaissance. Opposite the island’s
jail, which appeared to be a converted concrete water tank, a new hospital was
in the final stages of completion, and Mayor Levi Walewaoa told me there were
plans for a new headquarters for the island administration.
to lift up our culture and our people, that’s my plan,” he said.
and we were approaching the time for another feed.
arrived one platter at a time as a cavalcade of motorbikes approached our
guesthouse, each bringing a dish for the table. I had read much about the
island being operated as a commune, and our meal was evidently a communal
ate, we were serenaded by a man singing a song in his native Pukapukan. I don’t
know what he was saying, but our hosts seated nearby were all laughing out
up the following morning and hopped on a motorbike to explore more of my
surroundings, driving along a beachside path with a long row of huts with Kikau
roofs to my left, then turning inland to an array of taro swamps.
Pukapuka’s jail in Ngake village. (PHOTO: EMMANUEL SAMOGLOU) 20121833
hours after arriving, our time in Pukapuka was up. We loaded our luggage into
the boat to head to the airport on Motu Ko.
I got on
the plane, and once alone with my thoughts, I reflected on our visit to this
unique and isolated island. There was so much more to learn about this place,
so much more to see.
Once we were in the air, I pulled out Florence (Johnny) Frisbie's book, Miss Ulysses from Pukapuka, which I had tossed into my rucksack at the last minute.
I had no
clue at the time, but Frisbie – who had travelled extensively throughout the
South Pacific – wrote about a place called Matauea Point on the northeastern
part of horseshoe shaped Motu Ko.
reckons it is one of the most beautiful places she has ever seen throughout her
to me, moments earlier while walking to the airport, if I had made a slight detour
and turned right and walked a few minutes, I would have been able to catch a
glimpse of this place she writes about so enchantingly.
lasting impression of Pukapuka is a place filled with hidden treasures, waiting
to be explored by a few lucky adventurous souls, who will be hosted by people
who openly express a deep love for their island.
Next week Cook Islands News journalist Emmanuel Samoglou moves on to Manihiki and Penrhyn, as part of his tour of the atolls of the northern Cook Islands. This trip was sponsored by the Cook Islands Tourism Corporation and Island Hopper Vacations as part of an initiative to promote domestic travel experiences in the outer islands.