heading to NZ is developing its country
in the pics: the making of a very sweet Samoan specialty called fautala. made with a special breadfruit. i think the pics are in order of 1,3,2 from top to bottom...first cooking the sugar over hot rocks, then the mixing the coconut cream, breadfruit and sugar, then the finished product. It was very sweet, very filling.
12/27
Our journey within a journey beings—to NZ that is. Here I sit veggie stand waiting for Mike’s family to pick me up so we can go the airport.
I met a samoan today, who lives in Australia, but wants to start a computer training center to link with things like music and art. Cool. His enthusia
sm really impressed me. the problem is—he’s going back to Aus for two years before I get back from NZ. So our time over lapping in Samoa was about 10 minutes (actually, later when I got back he was still in the village, so we talked some more). If he’s for real, his goals will be a big boost for samoa, and especially the area where I live. There are so many applications that can generate income about and beyond knowing the basics of computers. I with my time with Andrew was longer. He has the intimate knowledge of samoan language and subtle culture that I will never have. I guess for now, our collaboration will be by email.
Today: rebuild norman’s computer (dr. Watson failed>…;( sasa le vau, jane and olsen’s, school building: pack, hot rocks on back, yoga, home: pack, shower, eat, wait and 4 corners…and now we are to the present time. (faatali I le magafa)
12/26
Why does it seem that developing countries (OK…so I’m going to use a generalization…and sometimes that’s bad) are hot(ter) and have different color skin?
Why not white people in less developed countries? Hmmm…less developed, but who’s measuring the “developeness?”
I hang with pulenuus (mayors) and faifeaus (pastors). They are poor by western standards, but live like kings by Samoan standards—especially pastors. They get A LOT of money
from people in their village. Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I was living with a family who was ever more poor.
Our journey within a journey beings—to NZ that is. Here I sit veggie stand waiting for Mike’s family to pick me up so we can go the airport.
I met a samoan today, who lives in Australia, but wants to start a computer training center to link with things like music and art. Cool. His enthusia
sm really impressed me. the problem is—he’s going back to Aus for two years before I get back from NZ. So our time over lapping in Samoa was about 10 minutes (actually, later when I got back he was still in the village, so we talked some more). If he’s for real, his goals will be a big boost for samoa, and especially the area where I live. There are so many applications that can generate income about and beyond knowing the basics of computers. I with my time with Andrew was longer. He has the intimate knowledge of samoan language and subtle culture that I will never have. I guess for now, our collaboration will be by email.Today: rebuild norman’s computer (dr. Watson failed>…;( sasa le vau, jane and olsen’s, school building: pack, hot rocks on back, yoga, home: pack, shower, eat, wait and 4 corners…and now we are to the present time. (faatali I le magafa)
12/26
Why does it seem that developing countries (OK…so I’m going to use a generalization…and sometimes that’s bad) are hot(ter) and have different color skin?
Why not white people in less developed countries? Hmmm…less developed, but who’s measuring the “developeness?”
I hang with pulenuus (mayors) and faifeaus (pastors). They are poor by western standards, but live like kings by Samoan standards—especially pastors. They get A LOT of money
from people in their village. Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I was living with a family who was ever more poor.
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