WS Part Lua

The next day of our Western Samoa trip was begun with a great buffet breakfast at Aggie Greys in their lovely dining fale.
















































































We then went on a Sunday drive. We drove out to the Southern tip of the island where friends were staying. We got to drive in the mountains! Yes where you couldn’t even see the ocean, past grazing land, plantations, lovely beach side communities. It was Sunday and few people were out so we go the full benefit of the flat, pothole free roadways where speads of 80 km were reached (what’s that in miles?). I tried to take some pictures but got rained out.













We saw happy pigs on the roadside. No sties here. I like the idea of letting these guys roam free, if only it weren’t for the listerosis . . .











There were A LOT of horses. Tutuilla I think has one. They looked fairly happy and many were grazing freely and seemed road savvy. I think Samoa might be a good place to be born as a horse.









We found our friends in a 20 something enclave of palagis in beachside fales in front of a gorgeous beach. We roused them out of their post to'ona'i (Sunday feast) slumber and were rolling down the road to Coconuts beach resort for some tasty drinkies. This place is super beautiful and right next door to the super nice resort I went to last time I was in Western Samoa. The place was built by some L.A. lawyers. I know a few lawyers, maybe they should get together and start something like this on A.S., eh?











After enjoying some cool Samoan renditions of bar favorites by the Samoan band, we were heading down to Black Sands beach. Truly one of the most beautiful beaches I’ve ever been to. We just lolled around in the gentle waves for hours. Markus was adventurous and snorkeled out and found a few fish around. We watched the rain pass us by further out in the ocean in front of us and the hills behind us.














By the time we got back to our place we were starving and had room service. I feel asleep promptly while Markus in desperation to watch anything, ANYTHING on t.v. (we don't have one at home), watched a documentary of an Australian aboriginal woman at the turn of the century. It's quite fascinating you should ask him about it . . .