På drift i Stilla havet

Under april till början på juni gör jag mitt kandidatexjobb i den väldigt charmiga ö-nationen Samoa. Projektet är en del av min utbildning till Civilingenjör med inriktning Energi och miljö på KTH, och kommer beröra de biologiskt nedbrytbara plastpåsarna som används på Samoa samt på vissa andra ställen i Stilla havet. Därefter blir det tre månaders kringresande bland olika öar i regionen.

Aganoa Black Sand Beach

Publicerad 2013-05-21 05:05:10 i Samoa, Sights,

This Friday I managed to convince Carlo to take me along on his surfing after work. Well, not on the actual surfing, but to the surfing spot. I’m trying to get him to teach me how to surf as well, but since you surf right on top of the reef here in Samoa it’s pretty dangerous if you’re to fall off the board.

Anyway, we went to Aganoa Black Sand Beach, where the sand is volcanic and black (more of a pencil grey actually), and very soft, deep and beautiful.

 

 

As Carlo paddled out on his board I went for a swim. From nowhere suddenly a wave higher than myself appeared, and the one after that threw me off my feet and up on the beach. The next attempt went better. I noticed that the bottom drops very steeply a few meters out from the water line. The depth went from my knees to deeper than I could reach in an instant. I guess that explains the strong waves. A bit further out from this the water was calm and refreshing to swim in, but I felt a bit handicapped without my mask and snorkel so I soon went up to try and take pictures of the very well disguised, shy crabs.

 

 

Soon it started pouring down in a real tropical fashion. After a while it was pouring down so hard that I went and cut a banana leaf down to cover my bag with to protect it, while I showered of the salt water in the rain.

 

 

 I love the colors of the grey sand and the turqoise lagoon.

 

The light was amazing, and I had a great time at the beach until Carlo came back from the surfing.

 

 

 

As we went back to the car a fruit bat kept flying over us, turning and flying back 6-7 times just a couple of meters above us. I was as amazed as I always am by them.

 

We then went back to the SPREP bar night that this night served pina coladas (I might have influenced that), before moving down to Apia and meeting a lot of Carlos surfer dudes. 

 

 

Satiuatua and blowholes

Publicerad 2013-05-17 04:19:27 i Samoa, Sights, Underwater photography,

The last night at Savai'i I, Carlo, Pascale and her family stayed at some beach fales in Satiuatua. It was the most wonderful place, and even though I arrived just before 9 pm and you are supposed to order dinner in advance the staff cooked up a delicious Samoan meal for me. I got a whole 4-bed fale to myself and quickly fell asleep to the sound of the ocean once again. I woke up early in the morning when they lit the Sunday umu as some smoke travelled my way, but as I turned to the fresh sea breeze I soon fell asleep again to wake up at a more humane time (around 6 am. The Samoans are insane when waking up earlier than that to light the umu).
 
The fales were nested in beneath under the loveliest trees (although apparently they are invasive... Everything here seems to be invasive), in the softest sand.
 
 
 
 
 
Pascale who had arrived early the previous day told me that the snorkeling was the best so far, so I eagerly went out after breakfast. There was an area of massive, healthy coral and a lot of different fish.
 

 
 
After a while of snorkeling I turned around and noticed I was being followed. Not by one, but by hundreds of juvenile parrotfish. When I stopped they would circle around me, and kept on following me as I continued. A couple of times they would find a spot in the corals that apparently held something edible as they suddenly gathered there in their huge numbers reminding me of a wriggling snake pit. But more colorful. As I went outside the reef to the breaking surf they apparently thought that I was being to adventurous, but as I came back they soon joined me again.
 
 

A fraction of the young parrotfish that followed me. 
 
Even though the snorkeling was really good I actually got tired of it after one hour or so. I guess the turtle experiences from the day before and all the diving had decreased my appreciation for snorkeling that day.
 
 
The wonderful colors of the ocean and the sky. Not gonna tell you what I was really trying to photograph, let's just take it as an artistic shot.
 
 
 
After the snorkeling I soon set of with Pascale's family, towards the ferry but with a detour to some blowholes. It was amazing to see (and hear!), and I got a good dose of salt water sprayed over me. 
A video can be found here: Blowholes
 
And here are a few pics. 
 
 
 
 
 
When I got back to the house after the ferry trip (and after Carlo showed me where to find pineapples) I soon herd something scrape on the door. There stood the little puppy I had been playing and scratching the other day (and that was so shy in the beginning, and when she got over that so happy to have her tummy scratched that her hind legs were kicking). When I walked out to her she was the pure picture of a happy puppy, and so exited that she peed a little. She started following me around everywhere, and just laying close to me as I sat down to read. When I went back into the house she ran in before I could stop her and went straight for my backpack. Curious about what she was so interested in I let her dig around until she got hold of one of the koko samoa-lumps I had bought in Samoa and happily trotted towards the door. Quite a heavy lump for such a small puppy to carry. She did not get to keep it for long though, as I didn't want her to get chocolate poisoned. Or me to lose my addictive source of delicious hot chocolate. 
 
As I stood talking to the neighbours a barn owl flew past us about ten metres away. Completely quiet, as a white goast in the evening. Ironic that I have to go to Samoa to see my first wild owl as we have several species back home. But you're always a bit closer to nature here. 

Turtles on Savai'i

Publicerad 2013-05-08 05:32:04 i Diving, Samoa, Sights,

The next morning some people had already left to catch the early ferry back to Upolu when I woke up. The tide made it impossible to go out with the diving boat early in the morning, so the dive center was picking me up 10:45 Over breakfast I was talking to Alex, one of the outside consultants arranging the advance. He wanted to see turtles, so I told him to try just outside and lent him my gear. As he was preparing to go out we could see turtles coming up for air, but for some reason he went far away from where I had told him that he should try. Meanwhile I could see the turtles keep swimming up for air. At last I could point him to the right area, but by then he had already been out a long time and soon gave up without seeing one.
 
 
 
When he got up from the water I took my mask and snorkel, but left my fins behind as I had been swimming a lot with fins and diving equipment and wanted some more freedom. The plan was to take a short swim, but after 3-4 minutes I saw my first turtle. Good and clear, as it was a sunny day with ok visibility even in the sandy, shallow lagoon. after that they just kept showing up, as I pretty much swam in a line front of the veranda out a hundred meters and then back again. In total I saw 13 during maybe 40 minutes. They would react differently; some would dart away as soon as they saw me while others would slowly move away. I managed to get pretty close to even the most shy ones before they noticed me (the moment when they did was pretty obvious, as they would calmly graze and then suddenly look up and dart away), probably due to not having any fins (thus moving slowly and quietly), and also that I would stop swimming and just lay still in the water when I saw a turtle. 
 
The most amazing thing however was the ninth turtle. It didn't mind me at all, and just kept on grazing, so slowly I would advance to see what it was comfortable with. It really didn't mind me, so I would swim beside it at a distance of 1,5-2 meters as it kept grazing algae and in about 5-10 minute intervals swim up for air, in which cases I would give it a bit more space (as I thought it may feel more vulnerable at the surface) and swim up simultaneously so I could see the head above water (with the eyes slightly closed) and the body beneath it. Sometimes it would release the tiniest couple of bubbles of turtle breath while diving down. Damn that was cute.
 
Occasionally I would get even closer, due to him swimming closer or me being pushed by the waves. When that happened I would lay still since I didn't want to scare it by kicking or waving around with my arms. Several times I would drift towards the turtle and it would keep grazing at the same spot or move towards me. It was only when I was right above it (in shallow water, around 1,3 meters deep) that it would slowly move forward. I couldn't tell if it was due to me or just due to the grazing, as it would continuously keep moving while grazing. 
 

I kept swimming with it for over an hour, probably closer på 1,5 hours (I was really shocked by the time when I got back) and it was the most relaxing experience. Really soon I would automatically synchronize my swimming with the turtle's, without thinking about it. Moving only my arms simultaneously and in the same way as it moved its front flippers in a slow, steady pace. I had time to observe a lot, the beautiful pattern on the shell and on it's skin, counting the scales to be sure of the identification, the little dull claw on the front flippers. The little wrinkles on the back flippers. Its really cool eyes, the serrated jaw. The pattern it would follow when going up for air, the reaction when attacked by a 5 cm long fish that thought the turtle got too close to its burrow. The fish swam straight into the turtle's head, and the turtle looked really funny as it surprised retracted its head with half closed eyes before swimming on. Amazingly the fish that previously had been very shy (natural as they are being fished) didn't mind me when I was next to the turtle. The triggerfish kept on cleaning their burrows (by taking sand in their mouth, swimming away a bit from the burrow and spitting the sand out) instead of making themself ready to hide in them. 

 
 
Turtle lagoon (the very unofficial name given by myself), where I saw 23 turtles while snorkeling during 3 days. Underwater at a close range that is, I saw a lot more come up for air from a distance.
 

It ended with me swimming with the turtle to the reef and saying goodbye as it continued out to the ocean. I would have followed it a bit further to see where it went if I had had my fins, but I didn't want to tackle the possible currents on my own without fins and nobody watching out for me on the beach (by now I realized that the SPREPies would be on the way to the ferry). Instead I went back, checked the time and realized that I had been out for 2,5 hours on my little "short swim". And I had 15 minutes to pack all my stuff before getting picked up by the diving center. Sh*t.   
 
 
 
Footsteps and four shades of blue.
 
Somehow I managed, and soon jumped in the water again but in my diving gear (without really drying up in between). After a few minutes we found a hawksbill turtle (the ones I saw while snorkeling were green turtles), swimming into openings in the reef, apparently looking for a place to sleep as he soon settled right above the reef where he lay with closed eyes swaying back and forth with the waves. At the second dive I saw yet another one. In total, the visibility was great, as was the marine life, and the dives were fantastic. These were my two last dives in the course, and I was now a certified PADI Open Water Diver. Yay!
 
 
A poor little... Something... Wandering Tattler I think, who had lost her right foot.
 
After the diving I went to the south coast of Savai'i, to Satuiatua. After a lot of speculating whether the bus would actually show up or not, it finally did. And so began my 3 hour drive on a bus so full that people were sitting on each other laps (not uncommon here). Unfortunately that meant a lot of time for different Samoan boys to try to convince me to merry them. And I may say that their pick-up lines are not smooth, so soon I was really angry and ruder to a guy than I have ever been. But he deserved it, since he wouldn't leave me alone after my first rant of telling him that I wasn't interested and didn't want to talk to him. He kept insisting that he loved me (a couple of minutes after meeting me) and pleading (as if that has ever worked for anyone) that I should become his girlfriend. His English was really terrible, so he kept on talking, making no sense at all, and I had to perform a couple of rants of "NO, leave me alone, I don't want to talk to you, go away" before he finally gave up. After a while some other guys started... It was a long journey in many ways, with a guy telling me that it was 12 minutes left when there actually was more than an hour, and then again that it was 7 minutes. I insisted that it couldn't be (I had located us on a map), but he said "Oh, yes, only seven minutes!". 40 minutes later we arrived at the resort, and I was so happy to see Carlo and Pascal with family. I got a four bed fale all to myself and slept like a rock. 

Advance in Savai'i

Publicerad 2013-05-01 22:07:15 i Samoa, Sights,

I arrived well timed for the SPREP advance, their team-building get away to Samoa's big island, Savai'i. They were kind enough to let me come with them, and even kinder to let me use the time to take my diving certificate as one of Samoas two dive operators is located 5 minutes from the resort we were staying at. 
 
So three days before we would be going to Savai'i I started taking the PADI Open Water e-course. It was straight forward and logical, so I didn't have to go back and review anything, but it still took some time to go through all the slides and do all the quizzes at the same time I was working on my project and doing an assignment for school. I stayed at the office until 20:20 one night to use the internet there, and of course I wasn't the last one there. The JICA-people don't really know when to go home. 
 
Anyway, I finished the course and could relax on the way over to the other island. On the ferry I and Gianluca stood watching for living things as Tony in my office had said that he usually sees turtles in that area, and someone else had seen a tiger shark. All we saw was seabirds (although pretty cool) and one flying fish. Last time I was on this ferry I had at least seen a little school of flying fish. I said that it's probably because I was onboard as I usually never see turtles at places where you are supposed to see them.
 
The relaxing stopped we got on the buses that were supposed to take us from the ferry to the resort. I don't mind wooden buses, and I don't mind the bus driver playing music. But the first bus driver I had played some absolutely horrible music that could only be explained as an attempt to make people even more motion sick or at least give them a headache. So when we stopped for lunch I made sure to get on the other bus afterwards. That bus on the other hand sounded as if it was struggling to move forward even slowly and also as if it would break in half any second. The bus driver would slow down to crawling speed when approaching the low speed bumps that are found in the streets, and still the bus squeaked like crazy when going over them. I hoped he would fail to notice one speed bump just so I could have my theory tested that the bus would brake into splinters. He didn't. Instead he almost rammed a meeting car while driving around some road constructors without slowing down noticeably. I was sitting in the front seat and had a great view of how close we were to be united with that car.
 
We did manage to survive however. Even the part when the bus driver decided that he absolutely must park at the resorts little parking spot, even though that includes going through a small passage which had him drive back and forth at least 5 times to get through it. I could not understand why he didn't just drop us off by the side of the road. I fled the bus as soon as possible, just as the other bus was starting to go through the same procedure. There wasn't even room for two buses at the parking spot. How they ever managed to get out is a mystery to me.
 
 
 
Soon upon arrival at Vacation beach fales - SPREPies in the water drinking beer during sunset.
 
Right after I had been shown the fale I shared with three other women (we got a fale right by the sea! Yes!) I took my snorkeling gear and headed out in the water. David and Stuart quickly told me to not go out to the reef because of the currents. That felt kind of overprotective as I had already been out to this particular reef one week before. But I didn't want to be a party pooper by, well, getting pulled out to sea and die, so I stayed within the reef and thought that I would just watch the triggerfish. However the visibility was terrible. There was practically sand in the water column, so after 10 minutes I was ready to give up and just thought that I wouldn't see anything, when suddenly a big turtle sweeps past me at 1,5 meters distance from absolutely nowhere (and honestly scares the hell out of me), then turns around in a wider and wider circle until I can't see it anymore. It was so cool!
I kept swimming around trying to find it again but eventually gave up and instead ran around euphoriously telling everyone I had been discussing turtles with that I finally had seen my first wild sea turtle.
 
As I was talking to Gianluca we saw one come up for air and decided to get in the water again. I managed to get 4 more sightings of it (or them) under water, even if 3 of them where mostly flippers turning and heading off when they, probably as surprised as we were due to the bad visibility, realized how close we were. I even managed to point Gianluca to one so he got to see it as well, even though he has seen countless of turtles in Samoa.
 
Very happy with my day I went to bed early and fell asleep right away to the sound of the breaking waves.  
 
 
 
I would not turn down waking up to sunrises like this one every morning.
 
I woke up to Tony's crazy morning aerobics that starts at 5:45. As I had already slept past half of it and still felt half asleep I instead took my camera for a walk before heading for breakfast. The breakfast was fantastic, a lot of fresh fruit, a koko samoa (the Samoan cocoa powder which tastes like roasted chocolate) and pawpaw/papaya kind of slurry which was really nice. And some eggs and toast as well, but you could have that anywhere. 
 
The diving center picked me up at 9 and I got to do a little quiz and try out equipment before heading out to shallow water to learn all the techniques that are used while diving. It was a long session, but a lot of fishes would swim up right to me and look me in the eyes while we were under the water, so it was a lot more fun than having to do it in a pool. And it was really nice to have an instructor all to myself. Everything went relatively smoothly, although they had a lot of divers that specific day, so I got a BCD that was to big for me and kept swirling around which made balancing very difficult. After switching with the instructor that got better however, and I managed all the tests and the seemed happy with me. 
 
Back at the resort (after a delicious pizza next to the diving center with a couple of Austrian divers) I relaxed for a bit while the others were teambuilding by exploring the area. I found a small fresh water river that led to the ocean. The water was unbelievable cold and I found a little freshwater eel hanging around as well as shrimps what would be totally hyonotized if you held your finger above them and would try to reach it and tickle it with their antennas and legs. There were also bigger shrimp that looked really creepy but that are supposed to be delicious, and also freshwater crabs and some fish. 
 
Later on I swam out with three of the guys beyond the reef. It was amazing! Unfortunately it had begun to get dark, so the colours were getting duller as we were out, but there were so many different fishes and corals in amazing formations. Apparently someone saw a ray shark, but I missed it. We even managed to get back, there was a bit of a current heading out, but it was possible to just swim right against it.  
 
I could definitely feel the swimming of the day in my legs, and I fell asleep even quicker and earlier than yesterday.
 
 
Kingfisher in evening light by our fale.
 
The next morning I woke up and was really exited for my first dives out in the open water. 
 
 
And the sun rises!
 
The breakfast was even better this morning, with a koko samoa, coconut cream and rice dish which was delicious. And more fruit!
 
Anyway, the dive center picked me up, and I was happy to find that a guy who was a SPREP-intern for three weeks was already in the minibus, together with the Austrian divers I met the day before. We were all going to the same dive location but I was staying at a lower depth. The first dive was really cool. My instructor showed me a soft coral that will change colour when something touches it (as the polyps retracts into the coral). There were also a lot of wonderful fishes.
 
The second dive was even better though. We dove at a 130 year old shipwreck, and there I saw three hawksbills turtles up close, feeding and getting cleaned by fish as well as a huge Napoleon wrasse, a lot of Christmas tree worms, trumpet fishes and a lot of other cool animals hanging around the wreck. 
 
Very happy and very tired I actually stayed on land at the resort and just hung out with the SPREPies when their teambuilding for the day was over. As this was their last day however many of them stayed up the whole night. I went to bed in reasonable time, but woke up a few hours later to the sound of drunken male what-I-think-was-supposed-to-be-singing.
 
 

Weekend

Publicerad 2013-04-22 08:55:15 i Samoa, Sights,

The weekend was pretty calm but fun. I tried to relax since I knew that next week would be tough with a lot to do. And also I was a bit indecisive and couldn't really decide on much to do. For some unknown reason I however agreed on watching the Fun Run/Walk in Apia at 8 Saturday morning. The morning after the bar night. Not sure what I was thinking.
 
Sue, David and I did the walking part which is 3 km along the sea side. Not very challenging but very hot. I am tempted to try the 5 km run, but since I haven't found any convenient track to run I haven't really tried running in the heat. I'll probably get a heat stroke. And die. In front of a huge audience with ambulance personelle that apparently cannot handle a heart starter or really know what to do in case of emergencies. So maybe I'll pass after all.
 
That will also save me the embaressment of being overtaken by guys running insanely fast in flip-flops.
 
 
After the walk Sue and I managed to buy some tapa cloths from a woman from Savai'i, which I have been wanting as a souvenir. It is a cloth made out of punded inner bark from a tree, which has an increadibly soft texture and beatiful designs. Wikipedia on Tapa cloth
 
Then we went to David and Sue's place with some SPREPies for tea. I was however originally invited to sleep in the hammock at the veranda (I was a bit nauseaus after too little sleep, too much heat and probably from all the car exhaust gases down in Apia). So that's what I did after tea time was over and the other guests had left. It was awesome. Can't believe that Sue and David don't use it, I sleep so amazingly well there. So while I slept the crazy aussies went up Mount Vaea. I felt bad for them when it started pouring down, and was very happy with my decision as I slept on surrounded by the sound from the heavy rain. 

They have this mother hen with chicks that is hanging around in the garden, and Sue (and I when I'm there) is feeding them, so they're getting less and less afraid. They are soooo cute! Still in that incredibly fluffy stage.
 
 
 
Look at the little white chickenbutt! It's so fluffy I'm gonna die!! 
 
 
 
Chick and mother hen.
 

Then the aussies spoiled me with great food once again before we after much consideration decided to go to the hotel next to "my place" where a good band was plaing that night. And where they had Pina coladas! Oh, at the barnight the night before I found out that the legal drinking age in Samoa is 21. So I've been illegally drinking (and they have been illegally serving me). "Oops". So with this new information, I still got a Pina colada and Sue got one without alcohol. Of course they assumed that I should have the one without alcohol. Anyhow, the Pina colada was delicious, and the band was great. When I got home I spent the evening playing with an adorable puppy living next door (it's supposed to be a stray, but she looks well fed). 
 
 
 
Sunday started with a visit with Sue to the Baha'i temple (I've been to church twice and haven't even seen a pig fly by yet. Just foxes). Beautiful choir this time as well, and I really like the temple that is light and cool. 
 
 
 
One of seven Baha'i temples. Pretty cool that it exists in "little Samoa". 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
What's also pretty cool is that I found out that if you walk around to the back side of the temple, it looks like Darth Vaders paler brother. That needed a more dramatic edit.
 

Since I had to make up for going to church we then went on to a pool party at one SPREPie's house where GTs were served. It was really nice, and I didn't really want to leave, but exept that my ride was leaving I also felt I had to get started on the PADI e-course. Good thing I did, though even if it's not really a challenge it's quite time consuming.
 

Saturday at the South-East coast

Publicerad 2013-04-15 10:23:00 i Samoa, Sights, Underwater photography,

This Saturday I went with Pascale, her daugther and sister to the south eastern point of Samoa.
 
On the way we saw a lot of animals as usual. This however was an unusually big pig that apparently has managed to escape the Sunday umus efficiently a lot of times.
 
 
 
One of many Samoan churches to the left. 
 
 
 
I'm not sure why, but apparently we were not satisfied with this beach, so we moved on.
 
 
 
This was more like it.
 
 
 
Typical beach fales are seen here, although a bit more colorful than usually. The sand was so incredibly soft and deep. 
 
 
 
One of the small islands of Samoas South-east coast. Unfortunately we couldn't go there that day, but hopefully we'll be able to another day. 
 
 
 
Beach fales and fale dogs. 
 
 
 
I made friends with some of the dogs (and yes, I'm red from the sun). When we stod talking to a Samoan man and the dark dog in the picture came up to me and I started scratching him the Samoan asked a bit surprised if it was my dog. It's not the first time someone has asked that, and that goes for cats as well. I still haven't been chased by the supposed-to-be-vicious Samoan stray dogs, I feel like I'm missing out on a Samoan experience here. So far they have all been very kind or very shy. 
 
 
 
Of course I went snorkeling as well, but unfortunately the SE coast had been badly hit by the tsunami in late 2010, and even though the corals were starting to come back most of it was dead. However, since I swam longer and longer out for the beach I eventually came within a few metres of where the waves brake. There I could peek into the window of an underwater paradise, with huuuge Moorish idols and beatiful corals. But all I could to was peek since evety wave threatened to smash me into the shallow corals if I didn't pay attention. So between the waves I looked quickly under water, then I stod up and braced myself and tried to remain on my feet. But after a few to powerfull waves, where one knocked me of my feet I gave up and let them carry me in to the beach. Closer to the beach however there were a lot of beautiful starfish like this one:
 
 
 
I had such a great time, exploring and playing with Pascales daughter and some Samoan girls as well as trowing a ball with a little samoan boy who must have been around 3-4 years old. And so cute! On the way home we drove past a wonderful garden, and Pascale wanted to ask about a plant and if she could get some cuttings to plant. The women there were absolutely fantastic, so kind, funny and charming. And they asked me to take some pictures of them.
 
 
 
They were decorating the roof of the veranda and made it look really cozy.
 
 
 
When we were standing there this huge bird started riding the winds above us. It was enormous! Some kind of frigate bird, maybe the lesser (although it seemed great enough).
 
 
 
I little bit further away a village had four horses standing by the road with a woman tending to them. As Pascale's daughter loves horses we stopped and said hello to them. She even got to ride around on one of them.
 
 
 
Meanwhile I fell in love with the horses, the dogs and the incredibly cute children
 
 
 
 
 
On the rest of the way home I just sat in wonder over Samoas beauty. It's incredible lushness where the plants are growing on top of each other and the beautiful mountains.
 
 
Unfortunately the perfect day and my total bliss got a bit thrown of track as the car in front of us hit a puppy while driving through a village. Hopefully it never got to suffer as many of the dogs here do.
 
Sunday didn't raise my spirits either as I was sick the whole day and mostly slept through it all (and apparently Sundays nowadays are my "avoid the sun-days" since I always tend to be a bit daring with the sun on saturdays). 
 
Tomorrow, tuesday, I'll be going to Savai'i on the back of a pickup truck. Apparently there's supposed to be thunder storms. So if you don't hear from me again I'll probably have drowned in the back of a car. 
 

Bitches on the south coast and barbequing

Publicerad 2013-04-10 03:55:00 i Samoa, Sights,

Sunday April 7th 
 
So, I'm starting to write in English in case any SPREPies want to read my blog (if so I hope they won't kick me out after reading it).
 
Last friday Pascale, a french woman working at SPREP had been talking about that she, her daughter and her sister were going to snorkel and swim today. I was welcome to join, and since I'm not able to drive by myself and am travelling alone I rarely turn down a ride and nice company. 
 
We were supposed to meet up by the Baha'i temple, but due to 3 nights of pretty bad sleep caused of the loud music from the neighbouring hotel I said I'll join after the service. It started at ten and was supposed to end around eleven, but 10:15 I got a call from Pascale. A bit stressed out and confused I asked if the service had already finished, but she said that it hadn't even started yet. The time wasn't 10:15, it was 9:15. We had both forgotten that Daylight saving time ended that night, and Pascale said that they didn't want to wait an hour by the temple. So I rushed away, catching a taxi by the main road.
 
The taxidriver asked all the regular questions, where I'm from, what I'm doing here, how long I'll be staying and if I have a boyfriend or am married. But then he started talking about himself, how he had a Swedish girlfriend in the US, how the country was bad for him since he started doing drugs, how he got to Samoa and got clean, drives a taxi although he has a bachelor's degree but likes it, and nowadays only drinks every now and then. He asked me if I drink and I said that I do it sometimes (meaning as most once or twice every month). He agreed and said that he only drinks twice a week now. I started to hope that he didn't the night before. 
 
After telling his life story he dropped me by the temple, and I met up with Pascal and her family. They asked if I spoke French and I said "Je n'ai pas parle francais depuis quatre ou cinq ans". Which I think may have been the only sensible sentence in French that I managed during that day. Pascal was the only one comfortable with the English language, her sister said that she hadn't spoken English for 30 years, and her daughter hadn't had a chance to learn it yet. So it was an interesting day, but I managed to understand more than I thought I would (although I had a hard time trying to find the words myself). I was totally exhausted from the linguistical challenge on the way home and almost fell asleep in the car.
 
Our first stop was the To Sua trench, and right as we got out from the car it started pouring down. But being in Samoa I wasn't really worried, and sure enough the rain stopped after a few minutes and the sun came out. The To Sua trench is basically a big hole where seawater comes in through the cliffs at the bottom. We climbed down the ladder (except Pascale who unfortunately was to afraid of the height. I could really understand that) to the refreshingly cool water, and I could probably have stayed there forever. At one time it started raining a little again at the same time the sun was shining and no clouds were visible. Why be content with one weather when you can have several at the same time? 
 
 
 
 
 
All land on Samoa belongs to either a village, family or person, so you may be required to pay a small fee for using the land. It was the case here, and the woman who accepted the money said that there should also be a beach right here. We could not locate it, but the view was spectacular in another way:
 
 
 
 
However there were cute little beach fales so we sat in one of them and ate lunch, joined by a thin ginger cat. He was extremely friendly, but also extremely persistant when it came to trying to get our food. The weirdest part was when I got out some banana chips. Suddenly the cat that previously had just tried to walk up to the food lying in the middle of the fale started stretching after the bag of banana chips and standing on his hind legs to reach it. That was definately something he had seen before. When I tried giving him some he just couldn't get enough. So so far I have met a cat that drinks coconut milk (David and Sue's cat) and one that eats banana chips. 
 
 
Since Pascale hadn't been swimming we started heading for another beach. A few minutes down the road we found one that was amazing, with deep, soft sand that my feet just sank happily into. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Unfortunately the snorkling wasn't that good close to the beach (although there were a few specimens of many different species to see), and I didn't dare to swim further out due to strong and unpredictable currents. We had a great time however, I found a green drinking coconut that I opened with Pascale's machete (which took forever), I ran some laps on the beach, looked at seashells (and found a poor, dried up, blue starfish) and swam a lot. 
 
 
When it started raining again in the afternoon we started the drive back home. In one village we had driven through on the way we had noticed a lot of horses. This time Pascale's sister wanted to get a picture, so we stopped and asked and I took some as well. The boys were happy to pose. 
 
 
 
 
Unfortunately this mare was very thin, but the food was abundant so she was probably old or had worms.
 

This time it was a real tropical shower and the mountains were clouded in mist. It was a stunning view.
 
 
 
 
One of many waterfalls can be seen in this picture.
 

We drove back by the north coast and not by the south that we had come from. On this side there aren't any big, sandy beaches such as the ones the south coast. As we drove we got stuck behind a taxi driving slowly (speed limits here are 40 km/h through villages and 56 km/h outside villages, so someone driving slowly is really slow...), which they according to David do to spare their tires. Anyway, when we got up behind the taxi I hear Pascale's sister, who was driving at the moment, exclaim "oh, a little bitch!". A bit shocked I'm thinking that that's a bit harsh to say in front of the kid, when I catch sight of the little beach she was reffering to. I had already had a lot of fun at that particular pronunciation during the day, and I can imagine they had a lot fun at expence of my poor French as well.
 
Back in Apia the sun was shining again, and I met up Pete at the house before going to Stuart's (Director Biodiversity and Ecosystem Management) house for barbeque. My god what a house. The view was the most spectacular view I have ever seen. At one side a valley and hill covered in rain forest, and at the other the ocean. Unfortunately I was so preoccupied with waching everything so intensely that I forgot about getting photos before it got dark, but at least I have a reason to try to get invited again. The food, wine and company were all excellent, and I had a great time. Since Stuart is also interested in photography he showed his photos which were all amazing. 
 
Since Stuart and his wife Mary have a son that lives in Sweden there were a lot of skålande (cheers) in Swedish and a lot of Akvavit, Pete's first time to try it. I was a bit surprised that he actually liked it and even more surprised and a bit confused when he described the taste as floral and herbal. Yeah sure, but he missed out on  the "burning your tongue out"-part of the taste, which was the first thing I noticed when I tried it the first 10-15 times or so. Crazy Aussie. 
 

Lördag at the flea market

Publicerad 2013-04-10 01:00:00 i Samoa, Sights,

Jag sov inte ut det minsta. Jag hade inte riktigt planerat något för idag, så jag begav mig ner till Apia för att besöka Apia flea market, där försäljarna säljer hantverk. Det var galet varmt där, då alla försäljare trängs under ett plåttak och själva Apia är som en gryta. Det var riktigt häftigt att se hantverken, i princip alla smycken är gjorda från kokosnötskal och jag tror att de flesta skålar och träfigurer är gjorda från kokosträ. Jag köpte några sköldpaddsfigurer, smycken, 3 lava-lavas (saronger), en klänning och två fantastiska väskor som jag inte kan förstå hur någon kan göra för hand.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Kokosskalssköldpaddor.
 
 
 
Nike-lavalava kändes lite udda.
 

På grönsaks-/fruktmarknaden lyckades jag få tag på lite koko samoa, samoansk kakao. Konsistensen var som en fast massa (jag upptäckte att man inte ska förvara den i kylen, då blir den helt stenhård), och man måste blanda den med varmt vatten eller varm mjölk för att den ska lösa sig. Så sjukt gott dock! Det är små bitar i som är väldigt goda att tugga på och det smakar väldigt mycket rostat. Lite som en blandning av riktigt god choklad och kaffe, minus bitterheten.
 
Efter min shoppingtur och två nätters sömnlöshet plus massa intryck var jag för varm och trött för att orka bege mig någonannanstans under dagen. Jag chillade istället vid huset, läste en bok, låg ute i solen (även om det snabbt blev för varmt) och tog en siesta. På något sätt blev det också så att Pete som varit på jobbet hela dagen lagade fantastiskt god omelett till mig på kvällen. Jag skäms lite men klagar absolut inte.
 
En bra lördag. Fram till att hotellet nu körde igång sin lördagkvällsunderhållning. Bruce hade inte varnat mig för det här när han berättade om huset.
 

Palolo Deep Marine Reserve

Publicerad 2013-04-08 06:00:00 i Samoa, Sights, Underwater photography,

Dag fem, 1 April

 

Av någon anledning var jag oerhört trött denna morgon och trodde att jag var påväg att bli magsjuk, så det tog ett tag innan jag vågade mig iväg. Men till slut begav jag mig till Palolo Deep Marine Reserve 5 minuter med bil utanför Apia för snorkling och bad. Precis när jag gick i vattnet kom det fram vackra blå-vita tryckarfiskar som antagligen hoppades på att jag skulle sparka upp någon mat åt dem.

 

 Whitebanded triggerfish

 

Efter att ha simmat ett par hundra meter motströms över grund korall kom jag fram till revkanten och spännande snorkling. Det var inte det bästa jag någonsin har upplevt, men det underhöll mig i ett par timmar, tillräckligt för att baksidan av mina ben upp till ländryggen skulle bli helt sönderbrända… T-shirten jag hade på mig åkte upp med än vad jag trodde att den skulle göra, och jag hade trott att benen skulle klara sig någorlunda.

 

 

 

 

Favoritdelen av snorklingen bestod i att simma igenom stora stim av blue-green chromis precis vid kanten av revet. Det finns nog inget som är så avslappnande som att se dessa oskygga, små vackra fiskar runt omkring dig vart du än tittar.

 

Blue-green chromis

Några fiskar var modell större, några var runt 80-90 cm som störst och så såg jag en smooth flutemouth på en meter. Överlag var det dock ganska små exemplar här, om än av otroligt många olika sorter. Mer kan man nog inte förvänta sig av ett rev som ligger 5 minuter från en hamn och huvudstad.

  

Smooth flutemouth, runt metern lång

 

Även om jag hoppas få se kokoskrabbor ska det erkännas att jag är mer bekväm med krabbor av denna storlek.

 

Jag blev kvar där till middagstid då David och Sue hämtade mig och körde oss till en restaurang. När jag frågade om vegetariska alternativ sa kocken att han kunde göra vad jag önskade. Hade lite hjärnsläpp (jag som har svårt nog att välja från en meny), men det blev en god pastarätt med blandade grönsaker. Vi hade en fantastisk vy över solnedgången över havet. En inte lika fantastisk sak var den stackars strövhunden som kom förbi. Den såg ut att andas tungt, var väldigt smutsig, mager och raggig samt hade en enorm tumör hängandes i ena spenen. Man kunde dock se att det hade varit en otroligt söt hund om den hade varit väl omhändertagen. Sue slängde till den en av Davids Fish and chips-fiskpinnar (eller vad tusan det kan tänkas kallas) och lite pasta. 

Regnskogshike

Publicerad 2013-04-06 11:25:00 i Samoa, Sights,

Dag tre, 30 mars.
 

För dagen hade David och Sue frågat om jag ville följa med på hike till sjön som kallas för Goldfish lake. Det regnade dock mängder under natten vilket gjorde att den sträckan skulle vara väldigt lerig och direkt farlig, varpå vi bestämde oss för att hikea upp för Mt Vaea som är det stora berget ovanför Apia. Här ligger Robert Luis Stevenson begraven (författare av bland annat Skattkammarön och Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. Samoanerna fattade starkt tycke för honom och byggde ett fantastiskt hem åt honom och ärade honom med en väldigt speciell jordfästning).
 
Började dock morgonen på min kära sportsbar. Här är en Mynah, en introducerad art som har tagit över ordentligt tyvärr. Antagligen fulaste fågeln i Samoa, och någon berättade att de hade sett en grupp av dem slita sönder en artfrände.
 
 
 
Den andra introducerade arten som syns överallt är indisk Red-vented bulbul. Dessa är dock betydligt finare och trevligare. Otroligt skönskjungande också, i många länder hålls olika bulbuls som sällskapsfåglar för deras vackra röst och goda härmförmåga.
 
 
 
Red-vented bulbul i gryningsljus.
 
Efter improviserad frukost begav jag mig till Sue och David där vi väntade på två New Zeeländare som skulle med, innan vi begav oss iväg.  
 
Om man svänger av en bit innan själva hike-spåret börjar kommer man till denna underbara sötvattenpool. Tanken var att vi skulle avsluta här, men jag kunde inte hålla mig utan hoppade snabbt i vattnet redan innan vi började hiken.
 
 
Perspektivet är lite missvisande, det lilla vattenfallet har en fallhöjd på typ 1,3 meter. Inbyggd axelmassage!
 
 
Ganska snabbt blev det dock svårt att avgöra vad som var vatten från poolen och vad som var svett... Det var klart över 30°C, fuktigt och en brant stig. Tidvis var den helt ok, även om i princip all form av rörelse är jobbig i sådan värme, så bara höjdskillnaden var jobbig nog:
 
 
 
 
Tidvis var det lite svårare att avgöra var stigen var (det var främst etapp två, den efter RLS's grav). 
 
 
 
 
På vissa ställen var det direkta små stup. Någon vänlig själ hade dock satt fast rep i träd vid toppen, så man fick helt enkelt lite till 100 % på att repet höll och fira sig ned med det. 
 
Tyvärr hade cyklonen i vintras fällt många träd här, så regnskogen var inte fullt så majestätisk som den tydligen är normalt (även om det räckte och blev över för att imponera mig). Det var dock fullt med fågelliv och mängder med ödlor som flydde från stigen när vi närmade oss. Men på flera ställen var förstörelsen tydlig när vi var tvunga att klättra över träd av denna kaliber:
 
 
 
 
 
Själva graven där någon hade lagt en liten skål med färgglada frön i: 
 
 
 
Utsikten från graven, skulle inte tacka nej till att bli jordfäst på en sådan plats. 
 
 
Här vilade vi ett tag, genomsvettiga och helt slut. Myggorna hann åderlåta mig rejält innan jag ens märkte dem. Dagen efter kändes mina ben som braille-skrift och myggbetten var så många att jag fick en del förskräckta "Oh my god, the mozzies really got you!". Tydligen gillar de svenskt blod.
 
Av någon anledning beslutade vi oss för att fortsätta uppför resten av berget. På vägen uppstod en diskussion om hur dessa blommor såg ut inuti, och Sue bestämde sig för att ta reda på det. Crazy Aussies.
 
 
 
Hennes beskrivning var "It's like three sausages in the middle!"
 
 
Belöningen som väntade på toppen var en majestätisk utsikt, ett gäng illblå kungsfiskare och tropicbirds som flög omkring. Tropicbirdsen måste jag se till att få bilder på, de är fantastiskt majestätiska och vackra! Vita med låånga stjärtfjädrar. Stilla havet var fascinerande lugnt för dagen och såg precis så oändligt ut som det är.
 
 
 
 
Vid det här laget var jag helt slut, genomsvettig och törstig. Det enda som drev mig tillbaka (i ett förvånandsvärt högt tempo, hade lust att springa sista biten tillbaka) var tanken på den svala sötvattenspoolen. Och tanken på att jag kunde dricka ur vattenfallet (med hjälp av min magiska filterflaska). 
 
Sällan har något vatten smakat så gott eller varit så skönt att simma i. 
 
Tillbaka hos David och Sue tog vi det mest lugnt, men jag fick även lära mig att öppna och skrapa en kokosnöt och sedan göra kokosmjölk av det. En samoan hade antagligen skrattat åt hur lång tid det tog. Men kul var det! Och så gott! 

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