The only access to Hunga Island is via this long and steep roadway which is only for the fit and young. To attract more elderly investors, the promoters of Cocomo Village and Seabreeze Community want to build a funicular railway – Tonga’s first – to the top of the island.
They are basing their design on the Penang Hill Railway and are even hopeful to acquire at a discounted price the old carriages from that particular railway.
Who’re you calling a bullshit artist? Look who started it:
What Life is Like In Cocomo Village
“Once you are settled in your new home in Cocomo, and still pinching yourself every time you gaze out of your bigger than big-screen, Imax view of the islands and sea below, you will wonder how long it will take you to believe it is really true. Guilt feelings may twinge you but “home-free” feelings will console you. There are 6-billion people on earth and just about all of them are not as lucky as you—fathom that platitude. Why me, you have to ask yourself? What latent and internal survival mechanism triggered you to find this haven? Whatever it was, welcome to the club, for you are one of very few on the planet to have this insight and foresight. Oddly, this was the answer even before we had need for the question. Yawning and stretching would be the first thing you might do to start your day in Cocomo, and even before the next thing, you will be curiously drawn to the veranda to assimilate that most incredible view, just to reconfirm you actually made it out from behind the office cubical and not still dreaming. How about breakfast on the awesome veranda? Always the choice since it is where we can consume nature’s most fulfilling gifts, her natural foods and the sight of her beautiful emerald islands set in vivid blue waters under azure skies. That combination can cure cancer, literally. This routine sets the stage for every new day. Breakfast is on; fresh eggs from down the lane or just fruit, maybe from your own trees, delicious. It all tastes better than the store bought and is so much healthier and cheaper too. Lemon grass tea for me please, or some fresh squeezed juice, all for free—whoopee, the billionaire has nothing on me …” Go on; I know you want more.
So, who’re you calling a bullshit artist now?