Summer in Savaii

I wrote down a blog about about a bus ride, but I will post that later, as I don't have my sheet of paper with me to transpose onto the blog. OK, with that said... I have spent the last few days out of the capital of Apia, Samoa and crossed over to Savaii, the slightly more beautiful largest island. Stories have been made and laughed about, but ill just summarize the last few days in a couple of lines. Savaii is slightly more beautiful than Upolo, something I didn't think was possible. Even more laid back than its sister island, Savaii hosted us for four nights in the towns of Manase and Aganoa. Manase boasts expansive, beautiful beaches that has water a color of blue I never thought I would be lucky enough to see. Us three travelers looked out of our thatch fale and continuously questioned the blueness of the water. What to call it? Aquamarine? No, not good enough. Super turquoise? nah, Ultraaquasupermarine? That may do, but ill try to let a picture describe it in the next post (Samoan internet is about the equivalent of dial up connections of 1984 IBM machines). Aganoa let us stay in nice fales at a surf resort with a private beach on a nature preserve, flanked left by black lava caves while the southwestern Pacific ocean sunset on the right entertained us nightly. Again. Ab sol ute ly beautiful. And cheap. For generous meals included, fales never cost more than $30-$40 USD a night. If you are looking to get away from it all, the Samoan relaxed but amazingly beautiful and friendly life is a perfect budget getaway. Now that the positive is out of the way, there is the fun little eccentricities of travel that we have gone through. My second favorite was the night when I was not let into a bar in Apia because my shorts were too short. Why you ask? "It is not fair to the other patrons". A laugh ensued and I figured my beautiful, perfectly sculpted legs are not fair to the other people in a bar and let it slide. We walked back to another bar we were previously at and sat down to enjoy a bar and the locals when all of the sudden a mysterious splash of chunky liquid came from the sky right on Halen, and splattered a little on myself and Ricky as well. After a few moments of shock and awe we figured exactly what this foul liquid was - Samoan vomit. We ran back to the hotel and showered, changed and called it a night. Also enjoyable was the time in Savaii when we took a bus to Aganoa, only to be told 4 minutes into the hour ride that the driver was tired, wanted to take a nap and would be stopping at his house for the rest of the evening. After a few hitchhikes (each lasted about 100 meters, Samoans don't drive far apparently) we finally gave in to the $10 cab ride... So now? Its on to New Zealand... after a $84 change because Ricky and Halen read the airline ticket wrong (that was fun) and we missed the flight. hehehe. Wow. OH no! one minute left on internet.... bye!!! See you in New Zealand and ill post pics ASAP! LOVE TP