Safua Hotel Salelologa

... religious people. As tortuous as the heat is, walking around in tank tops, shorts or even bikini tops is completely offensive and disrespectful to the local villagers. Thus, t-shirts, long-sleeves or long skirts/lava-lavas (sarongs) are all the norm even in this severely humid 95-degree country. So a 5-minute walk can easily feel like half an hour because it is so hot ...

... of that area. Many Samoans have been starting to cut down their trees without any regard for the long-term sustainability of them. Many of her fales were also built among the trees as well as over the water.<br><br>I really liked this resort. Breakfast was included with your stay and it was always the most filling breakfasts ever! And Lusia was so hospitable, personable and the perfect ...

... on that island first. I had to wait an hour for the bus because buses don't run that early in the morning. I met a nice elderly Samoan woman who spoke very little English but was nice enough to help me catch the correct bus since all buses in Samoa are all privately owned and make their schedules almost according to their own mood and/or whim of that day. Luckily she was also headed to ...

... délicieux...Comme on pouvait l'imaginer, Sung et Otilia n'on pas voulu que nous prenions le bus et on fait le taxi à l'autre bout de l'ile pour nous amener a l'aéroport. Notre dernière soirée sur les iles a été excellente grace à eux. A quelques heures du décollage on pechait sur la plage, de quoi profiter au maximum des dernieres heures! Merci une fois de plus Sung et Otilia pour votre hospitalité...Malaetia Resort, un endroit fortement recommandé!

... place. It turned out that we wouldn't get very far at all; on our way out of Salelologa we got a flat tire and had to find a repair shop to fix it. This was done whilst the passengers were on the bus! It's always an adventure to travel by buss in Samoa... About half an hour later we were back on the road heading for Sasina and 90 minutes later we managed to find our Beach Fale in Manase, with the help of some friendly locals. The ...

... she'd locked herself in, so then yelped "I can't get out, Craig!". I was in concentration mode and, once she'd gotten out, I drove through the ford with no problems. Then I burst out laughing, as did the locals. One guy was from the forestry division and insisted, after her little freak out, that he escort her across. I was still laughing and pretty much didn't stop for the rest of the evening! Blowholes and Waterfalls - The next day, day three, we drove down to the south of the ...

... palangi... visage pale... j ai donc du me motive a partir car ca demande un effort de change d ile.. il faut prendre le bus local.. ou t es entasse comme des sardines pendant une heure... a trois 4 par double siege.. les gens s asseie par terre ou sur les genoux des autres.. c est un peu comme au perou ou en bolivie avec les bus des locaux sans air conditionne... avec une chaleur tropicale etouffante...= je dis me motiver car plus ca avance dans ...

... We saw such sights as the Parliament building, and passed by the back garden of the house of the Head of State without noticing until reading a visitor guide later. We walked back to our residence through suburban villages, where the reactions of playing children suggested Mike may have been the tallest man to ever visit Samoa. The afternoon saw our first snorkeling of the trip, in Palolo Deep Marine Reserve, where we were very ...

... the place is a local legend who knows everything about the islands and he helped us plan our time. We had a very civilized first day that involved in relaxing snorkel in the local marine park and a good bite to eat in one of the capitals nicest restaurants at lunch. The weather was fantastic and was warming our frozen New Zealand bones, the only problem was we weren't used to walking in the sapping heat and found it hard going. To make matters worse ...