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Travel Blogs from Pago Pago
... white surf laced the dark shore.
Our curiosity grew with every passing mile, buildings, swaying yellow coconut trees, white crosses on church steeples started to take on definiton. Western style houses and buildings were more numerous than the traditional Samoan fales that we grew accustomed to in Western Samoa.
A mid-size freighter, the Takatuki beat us into bay. We followed the range markers around a dogleg into a ...
... from there, it takes four more days at sea (we cross the Equator on 2/11) to reach Pago Pago (2/14). Pago Pago sits on Tutuila Island, was born of a volcano and is pronounced not Pago Pago but Pango Pango. It is a part of the United States of America called American Samoa.
The next day we sail to Apia, Samoa (2/16) which is not a part of the United States. “That’s two days,” you might say. Not really because we cross ...
... that specialize in putting one very largely and
firmly in debt - casinos, pub nights, wine tastings, art auctions, private and
group fitness sessions, yoga and pilates classes, poker tournaments, martini
tastings, computer classes - just to name some of the activities that take place
that cost extra cash on top of your cruise fees. And, yes, people do partake of
these activities. Each evening we receive a flyer left lying on our freshly made ...
... it just roasts you. You feel that heat in your bones. And being that hot in the morning meant the afternoon was gonna be terrible.
So I finally bought a hat, from one of the expensive-for-the-tourist shops set up at the pier. I don't think I have any pictures of it yet. One of the other cruisers told me I looked like Indiana Jones, but she was just looking for a commission from the hat seller. We walked toward "town", dodging past the crowd ...
We woke to cloudy skies and rain! This is the first rain Thelma and I have seen for a long time as it has been such a great (hot and dry) summer in Victoria prior to our cruise
We are currently cruising in 'the doldrums' (a phrase I remember from ‘one-eye Pete’ - my geography teacher in Belfast). We crossed the equator a few days ago, and we were duly handed our ‘Certificate of Crossing’. We are now members of ‘The Royal and ...