When my brother and I set foot on the trail leading to Mount Aorai, we had no idea how deeply this hike would mark our minds or how sore our feet would be by the end. Yet, from the very first ascent, the trees closed in around us, the tropical forest wrapped us in its embrace, and we felt we had stepped into a journey outside time, a return to what truly matters. The hike usually begins near the Belvedere restaurant, accessible through the valley, a spot already well known to locals for its walks and its sweeping view over the coastline.
The trail to the first hut, Fare Mato (1,400m), already represents a demanding climb, combining forest paths, ridge walking and moments of pure adrenaline.
But the experience takes on a truly unique dimension when one knows that these huts hold a very personal history for me: they were built by my father. This gives the ascent a deeply meaningful resonance. Along the way, I found myself thinking about all the work, effort and passion he had poured into these shelters, and I thought, “Wow thanks to him, I can rest here today and enjoy this view.”
Reaching the second hut, Fare Ata (around 1,800m), took my brother and me almost three hours, keeping up a steady pace, punctuated by breaks, deep breaths, glances down into the valley and knowing looks between us. We moved from “dense forest and gentle ascent” to “ridge line, wind, panoramic views and sheer drops” - impressive, slightly terrifying, yet utterly exhilarating.
As we climbed, we were lucky enough to watch the valley unfold beneath our feet and, at times, to glimpse the outline of Moorea on the horizon. All guides agree that what truly makes Mount Aorai special is its breathtaking scenery.
At one point, my brother stopped beside a rock, gazing silently into the vastness. Then he said, his voice slightly unsteady, “Up here, we’re really tiny.” That silence, that sense of vertigo, that beauty, it was a blend of humility and euphoria.
It is in moments like these that one realises Tahiti is not only about beaches and lagoons. It is also a land of mountains that tell stories, of wild landscapes and raw nature, reminding us that we are part of something far greater than ourselves.
The trail is clearly marked but, after the first hut, the ascent becomes more technical: ridges, ropes, narrow passages so it is best not to suffer from vertigo.
Never set out in unstable weather conditions: in the rain, the ground becomes slippery and the ridge dangerous.
Ideally, go with someone who knows the terrain or, if you are less experienced—hire a guide. Even for my brother and me, hiking as a pair felt far more reassuring.
Bring plenty of water, sturdy hiking boots, long trousers (for the ferns and dense vegetation along certain sections), a reliable backpack and, above all, the determination to reach the hut to breathe, to admire, and to truly feel the mountain.
This hike is far more than a physical challenge. It is a return to one’s roots, a silent pact with nature. It is sharing an unforgettable memory with someone close (in my case, my brother), walking sometimes quite literally in my father’s footsteps, and feeling truly alive.
At Moana Voyages, I believe this is precisely the kind of experience we should offer our clients: not only relaxation, but effort, emotion, self-transcendence, and the discovery of a Tahiti that is intense, inward-looking and authentic.
If you are seeking thrills, wild beauty and the serenity of standing above the clouds, the hike from the Belvedere to Mount Aorai is simply unmissable.