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Travel Blogs from Apia
Cade, Mum, Dad and I went to Samoa for Becky and Lucky's wedding!! Was an amazing trip. The people there are so lovely the beaches are pristine. Tourism hasn't affected the area yet so most of the experience is "real" Samoa. We arrived really early in the morning and it was soo very humid. Checked into our hotel - accommodation was pretty basic but …
... Guy was a bit out of luck as many of the things he selected, were not available. We both settled on Bay prawns with blue cheese (it didn't need the cheese) with nuts and salad. I then chose the breaded fish and chips and Guy the meat balls. The fish was tuna again, although I think they call it something else so might steer clear of it again, although very tasty. We were amused by the non availability of the wine. We tried to order a bottle of C******nay, but were told it ...
... spectacular beach, with not a soul on it. We met a young local Samoan girl, who was so sweet, thanking us for coming to visit her beach and offering her apologies that she couldn't climb the tree to get us coconuts. The friendly nature and overall genuineness here is wonderful. We made our way back to our village and the tide had come in, providing an amazingly crystal clear massive natural swimming pool, again all to ourselves. We spent the rest of the day swimming around, basking in ...
... the heat and spent the rest of the day and our energy washing down the boat and putting up the bimini to turn the cockpit into a shady sanctuary. We found it stifling hot and I can’t remember how many times I rallied that day to accomplish the tasks that somehow got done. At 6 pm after a few drinks and dinner we fell into a comatose twelve hour sleep, hot and sweaty.
Following Junior's advice the next morning I ventured to the fish market before ...
... beginning of the property to the top of the hill and his casket was passed hand over hand to the top of the mountain. On his grave, there is a plague with one of his last poems:
Under the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie
Glad did I live and gladly die
And I laid me down with a will
This be the verse you gave for me
Here he lies where he longed to be
Home is the sailor home from the sea
And the hunter home from the ...