I was backpacking and surfing through the south Pacific in the 80s and wound up on Bora Bora and somehow scored a fare on the beach at Bloody Marys for next to nothing when they were closed. My girlfriend and I were the only guests except for the always drunk American fisherman who lived on his fishing boat there. Think his name was Leo. We'd swim with mantas right off their dock. Things have changed since then I imagine.