Well that was fun! 7 Nights in Rarotonga with my goodly wife and 5 friends. In case you're wondering, yes I did take my paints - lugged my big outdoor painting easil over there with me - don't know what everyone else had in their backpacks - mine was chocka! BUT, I didn't do any painting! I guess I could have made time for it but we seemed to be pretty busy most of the time - spent 4 days learning how to scuba dive and the rest of the time buzzing around the island on scooters - mine caught fire too - didn't explode though, which was a bit disappointing - managed to put it out with a big bottle of water. The rental place didn't even blink when I brought it in - 'oh okay, here's another one for you'. Kept hearing explosions in the night - figured that must have been scooter riders who didn't have a bottle of water handy.
We hired a house which was great for communal living and dining - got a nice 2" blood blister from dancing too hard the first night. Spent our last 2 nights in a resort which thankfully had big rocks around the swimming pool I could jump off - Rarotonga is woefully short on seaside rocks to jump off into the water - how inconsiderate! There is one cliff which you can jump off which will land you in about a foot of water, and perhaps that's why they built the hospital on the top of the cliff.
Anyway, it was all good, had absolutely nothing to do with painting (although I couldn't stop my artist's eye from working), and there's nothing quite so good as coming home and hugging your kids.