The sweet and bitter taste of tourism

It’s like cutting into a thick creamy tower of a cake with our name Cook Islands on it. And as that sharp knife passes through its many layers, we at last get a glimpse of what we expected, and maybe didn’t expect, as each layer reveals itself.

It’s like cutting into a thick creamy tower of a cake with our name Cook Islands on it. And as that sharp knife passes through its many layers, we at last get a glimpse of what we expected, and maybe didn’t expect, as each layer reveals itself.