After having navigated some snaking roads frequented by pigs, dogs and chickens (yep, second-gear terrain), I’ve seen a few of the shapes and the colours of life in the South Pacific.
This is how black basalt looks after it gets wet.
In the centre of Upolu this fall falls a hundred metres, surrounded by the original forest of the island.
Going to a beach around Samoa usually entails paying a couple of bucks to the locals. I have to say I’m not a big fan of the idea that a trip to the outdoors should cost money.
A breadfruit trees leaves on the right (and is that a mango on the left?).