Day 1
We arrived into Papeete around 6:00 pm. It was still muggy and just starting to get dark. A greeter met us outside the airport with leis before boarding the bus. One or two members of the group were missing their bags so we waited nearly an hour before departing for the hotel. The bus was running with the AC pumping, so we were fine.
Arriving at the Sheraton Hotel we were met with our keys and told that the “meet and greet” cocktail party would be starting in an hour.
The party was low key. Many in the group had come from destinations much farther than Los Angeles, and were worn out from the travel.
Raitu Galenon from GIE Perles de Tahiti made an appearance at the party. I have met him several times over the years. He is a regular at the GIE booth in Las Vegas. We chatted a bit about the industry, both local and abroad.
I left after only 30 minutes, however, as I was scheduled to depart the hotel at 6:00 am with group one. We are the first group to visit Robert Wan's pearl farm on the remote atoll of Marutea S
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Day 2
The alarm went off at 5:00 am. Considering Tahiti is three hours ahead of Los Angeles, this was not too bad.
The bus was a half hour late, but did not matter as we waited at the private-plane airport for nearly an hour. But it was an hour well spent as Betty-Sue King, Mona-Lee Neseth, Pearl-Guide's GemGeek Blaire, Blaire's friend Leslie and I had a nice long pearl talk. We discussed Tridacna nuclei and other industry news.
At the airport we were met by Bruno Wan, the son of Robert Wan. An easy going Tahitian, he was full of jokes and smiles. He would certainly be the perfect host.
Bruno Wan with Betty-Sue King and Mona-Lee Neseth
On Robert Wan's plane aptly named “Wan Air” I sat next to our group's GIA escort Akira Hyatt. We talked for most of the 3.5 hour flight to Marutea Sud.
Akira!
Akira Hyatt was very different from the image that I had in my mind. I knew she worked at the GIA lab in New York and had been there for quite some time, and I had pictured her to be much older than she actually is.
A very down to earth young lady, Akira is friendly and social as they come. She specializes in pearls, identification and grading, and freely shared her experiences. She did not have a real grasp on the industry as this was not her focus, but she knew pearls as well as anyone else I know.
Arriving on Marutea Sud after stopping for fuel on the atoll of Nego-Nego (another of Robert Wan's atolls and home to only five people and little pearl production) we were lead to our small bungalows. They were not exactly first class as they were completely free of any type of amenities, but they were clean, comfortable, and very authentic. We felt like kids at camp realizing we would all be sharing one shower and two bathrooms for the duration of our stay.
After an amazing lunch of chicken, Parrot Fish and pearl meat (sauteed Pinctada margaritifera adductor muscle) we boarded two speed boats to cross the lagoon to the pearl farming action on the opposite side of the atoll. There we were able to get a close up view of the operation.
The operation was very much like an assembly line. There were more than a dozen grafters and a lot of other workers whose jobs consisted of prepping shell for surgery by opening them, selecting and cutting mantle tissue, drilling the shell to hang in the long-line system, tying shell to the ropes, and several other “grunt” jobs of hauling trays of shell and equipment between different points.
There was really only one thing that surprised me on this farm. All of the grafters were Chinese. There was not a single Japanese technician among them. Bruno told me that Wan's operation had been using Chinese for at least 10 years now. He said the Japanese were too expensive because they had to fly in fresh sushi everyday - A joke, of course.
Although I knew Chinese grafters worked extensively throughout French Polynesia in many of the farms, I was under the impression that Wan only employed Japanese grafters. I thought I had read that somewhere, but now I am unsure.
After an hour of watching the operation we walked along the water to a small island church. Apparently the island is catholic, or maybe only the Wans are. The church was decorated with black-lip shells and a Tahitian necklace hung around a crucifix hanging on the wall. It was a gift to Jesus from Robert Wan, Bruno told us.
We left the church in a wagon-type vehicle pulled by a tractor around the rim of the atoll. We headed to a beach where the view of the island sunset was best. We spent a while collecting shells along the shore before we opened a few bottles of champagne and watched the sunset as whales were breaking the surface in near acrobatic form just off the reef.
Back at the main camp we enjoyed another incredible dinner of island fare, drank wine and talked about the day. We turned in early as electricity on the island is cut off at 9:30 pm. It is “lights out” on the island at 9:30 pm, every day.