On the most magical island in the World I stole myself away from the sun and surf for a few hours and made what is called the "cross-island hike." The island of Rarotonga sits like a witch's hat on top of the sea, with a small flat brim at the edge of the water where all of her people work, live and play, and then rising sharply up towards the sky, hard, volcanic rock now covered in dense rain forest. There is one path that takes you deep into the heart of this special place, up and over cliff and crag, opening up at the top of the world with views to both shore lines and the blue abyss of the South Pacific ocean. It was here that I sat, at "The Needle", a sharp, stony cliff that juts out into sky, drank a Corona, ate my packed lunch and pondered the true, unadulterated beauty of this little paradise. It was then, sitting in the deepest heart of this speck in the sea that Rarotonga nestled itself firmly into the deepest corner of my very own heart and we both vowed to never leave.