Well, my first day in Tahiti couldn't have been much worse. Makes me wish I was isolated back on Rapa Nui. I woke up feeling as fresh as you can with jet lag and packed my bag for a couple of days on Mo'orea. Managed to hitch a lift with a French guy into town, so everything was going swimmingly.
She looked at her manager, clearly desperate to help as I was inconsolable, utterly broke and helpless, nowhere near my hostel and with a queue full of people behind me anxious to speak to a cashier. Her manager shook his head, and I was forced to break out the 'big guns' weeping.
He disappeared upstairs and returned a little while later, having had 2000 cpf (20 USD) approved to give to me by a faceless banker on another floor somewhere. Which was just aswell or I'd be rotting on the streets of Pape'ete by now.
My new found wealth has allowed me to email mum, buy some tobacco and catch the bus. Now I'm back at Pension The Mini with some crazy French lady who smokes about 300 cigarettes a day and rambles a lot in French.
I've had 2 free meals since I've been here though, so all in all it ain't bad. It's all about tomorrow now. If mum hasn't got my email or can't get to Western Union, I could well be screwed...