We moored in American Samoa on Friday morning and since we had an excursion, we went ashore right away and found our bus, which was an old wooden open air (open because all windows were open) bus trimmed on the outside with live ginger leaves and blossoms. The size of the closed in cab was tight, but the driver managed to put in a collapsible wheel chair for another guest. I’m guessing this vintage bus was of WWII era. No loudspeakers so our lovely young Samoan woman in traditional dress had to project her voice. We could hear as we wee in the second row—others behind us were likely not so lucky.
We stopped at a tsunami memorial and saw this lovely protected beach and swim lagoon—but we couldn’t stop to swim.
The vegetation around the memorial included a huge tall tree-like white gardenia—smelled so lovely, and the leaves and blossoms were absolutely huge.
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