SAVAII’S SLAVES -
A SAMOAN ADVENTURE
We head to the mystical island of Savaii for a taste of Samoan culture, sights and warm tropical water with two waves a stones throw from our beach front accommodation, we work the tides and conditions like slaves, for a weeks getaway from our lives back home.
Exiting from the custom gates at Apia airport, we could have been forgiven for boarding the wrong flight as the heaviest rain we have ever laid eyes on pelted down. There stood our transfer driver soaked from head to toe, wanting to waste no time he grabbed our board bags and jumped on top of his van lashing down our coffins with rope, while we stood under shelter not wanting to get our feet wet. After all when you sign up for a tropical getaway you think white sand beaches and sunny warm weather. But it seemed when we collected our luggage from the conveyor belt someone had also packed the NZ spring rain. Prior to the trip we had heard that Samoa was in the grip of a water shortage with no rain for three months, the driest period on record. Well the heavens were certainly making up for being in holiday mode. Across town we headed to the ferry terminal bound for the island of Savaii a couple of hours sail away. With blustery north east winds ocean conditions were cut up and waves washed up into the boat, the sideways rain also meant there was more water inside the boat than what we were sailing on, well not quite but you get my point. The added water was more than welcome by us, serving its purpose by washing away the vomit from a previous sailing, which lay all over the floors. Whether it’s in the islands or in Indo it seems the local population have less tolerance to motion sickness and scenes like this are not uncommon when travelling for surf. We arrived in Savaii and were met by our hosts from Aganoa Beach retreat, Keith an Ozzie expat who had been surfing this island since the 80’s, set up business here in the mid
MAIN: AGANOA LEFTS ONE OF SAVAII’S FINEST. INSETS TOP TO BOTTOM: AN ISLAND A STEP BACK IN TIME, LOCALS LIVING OFF THE LAND. THE SIX SLAVES OF SAVAII, ALSO SLAVES TO THE DRINK CALLED VAILIMA. OUR BEACH FRONT FALES UNDER THE CLEAR SOUTH PACIFIC SKIES.