Wackyfish

I left the Peace Corps office about noon on Saturday with several good friends to get a bus to Lalomanu. Lalomanu has what is quite possibly the most beautiful beach in the world. The bus was packed and the ride lasted just under two hours. It wasn’t tooo uncomfortable I just get a little motion sickness when I get off of the bus. The plan was to spend the night at the Tafua beach Fales but they were all booked up so we stayed at the place next door. Which wasn’t to bad and significantly cheeper.
We brought chicken to BBQ so Blaine set up camp and started manning the grill. In the mean time the rest of us spread out to swim, read, or nap (I chose to nap of course). At which point it began to rain. The rest of the afternoon was spent eating, lazing and losing to Clair at Scrabble. At some point after the sun set the rain stopped.
We sat around and drank and talked in to the wee hours of the night. At some point there was a night swim expedition that went over pretty well. We met some drunk Australian tourists who tried to tell John that teaching computers doesn’t count as “volunteer work” because he comes from a developed nation and apparently everyone in developed nations know how to “point and click”. We got them to leave as quickly as possible before John punched them and we let him.
Sunday we packed up early and left for town on the 10:45 bus. Another 2 hours later we were back in town. Which gave me just enough time to get home, make some cookies, get showered and cleaned up before I had to be at a writing/reading group.
I am glad I got out. I feel more tired than rested but I figure I won’t have many more chances to take these trips after I get a puppy. Also I came back with a little sunburn, re-confirming my hatred for the big all of burning gas in the sky.