Tonight there is a Polynesian party on the more remote island of Tahaa. The music is in full swing with energetic drums, guitars, ukuleles and singing. Hips are swaying on the young and old, on Polynesians and international travelers. What started as a banquet with many kinds of fish in delicious sauces, and fresh local fruits and vegetables, has erupted into a frenzy of dancing: beautiful women with gyrating hips, their long dark hair entwined with bright flower crowns. The men, muscular from hard work, keep the beat on drums and pounding feet, some twirling sticks of fire. We eat, drink, dance and sing until 1:00am when the Polynesians carry home their young sleeping children.