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Pago Pago, American Samoa 10/12/08
We sailed into the narrow harbor of Pago Page capital of Tutuila. We pasted the rock formation that is called The Flower Pot. This small formation is rock on the bottom with foliage on the top. The harbor is very narrow and deep and is shaped like a bowl with mountains rising all around. The original volcano collapsed on one side and the ocean flowed in making this natural harbor. Mt Pioa the highest mountain is called the rainmaker. This is the island of Tutuila, the mail island in American Samoa- the only US territory in the Southern Hemisphere. It is smaller than Bora Bora. Tutuilais 18 miles long and 6 miles across. There is no road that goes all around the island.
It felt good to be on a USA island. Since we arrived on Sunday, only two stores were open all the rest of the shops and businesses were closed. It was also a Holiday, called White Sunday. This holiday is a special day of activities and events for the children. As we walked around the town the churches were just getting out from their services. All the churchgoers were dressed in white. Something like our First Holy Communion dress. Some of the women wore puletasi. The boys and men wore a wrap around white skirt called lava lavas.
The Samoans love to sing and we could here their music. As we passed a local service station, I heard music playing sung in Samoan. I recognized the tune- the verses were Put your troubles in your old kit bag and Smile, Smile ,Smile! We heard cars and trucks filled with kids go by and yell Hi. At first we thought there were calling to friends but soon realized they were calling to us. We began waving at all the cars as they called out to us.
One of the stores that were opened had racks of white clothes for the kids. They also had a large selection of fabric that sold for $1.00 yard. A young boy was helping to sell fabric. He was about 10 years old and was cruising behind the counter in wheelies. I told him my grandchildren love wheelies also. I found a Baby Ruth candy bar for Wayne and a root beer for me.
The sail away was beautiful.
We sailed into the narrow harbor of Pago Page capital of Tutuila. We pasted the rock formation that is called The Flower Pot. This small formation is rock on the bottom with foliage on the top. The harbor is very narrow and deep and is shaped like a bowl with mountains rising all around. The original volcano collapsed on one side and the ocean flowed in making this natural harbor. Mt Pioa the highest mountain is called the rainmaker. This is the island of Tutuila, the mail island in American Samoa- the only US territory in the Southern Hemisphere. It is smaller than Bora Bora. Tutuilais 18 miles long and 6 miles across. There is no road that goes all around the island.
It felt good to be on a USA island. Since we arrived on Sunday, only two stores were open all the rest of the shops and businesses were closed. It was also a Holiday, called White Sunday. This holiday is a special day of activities and events for the children. As we walked around the town the churches were just getting out from their services. All the churchgoers were dressed in white. Something like our First Holy Communion dress. Some of the women wore puletasi. The boys and men wore a wrap around white skirt called lava lavas.
The Samoans love to sing and we could here their music. As we passed a local service station, I heard music playing sung in Samoan. I recognized the tune- the verses were Put your troubles in your old kit bag and Smile, Smile ,Smile! We heard cars and trucks filled with kids go by and yell Hi. At first we thought there were calling to friends but soon realized they were calling to us. We began waving at all the cars as they called out to us.
One of the stores that were opened had racks of white clothes for the kids. They also had a large selection of fabric that sold for $1.00 yard. A young boy was helping to sell fabric. He was about 10 years old and was cruising behind the counter in wheelies. I told him my grandchildren love wheelies also. I found a Baby Ruth candy bar for Wayne and a root beer for me.
The sail away was beautiful.
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