Hellu Upolu

We took advantage of the American Samoan Flag Day holidays. Two days off work to celebrate the Americanization of Samoa.

To celebrate we went to Western Samoa. I think this speaks to how I've come to feel about the American influence on Tutuila (American Samoa)

So with Markus' recent birthday as an excuse we jumped on a plane and headed to Upolu, a mere 30 minutes away by tiny, overloaded commuter plane.

Beautiful Upolu.














A place where you can't see the end of the island, even in a plane.














A place with something like a real city.














A place with flat lands.
























A place of real beaches.














A place where every inch of habitable land isn't built upon.















Oh, Upolu! How I love you!