Talofa! Welcome to my Samoan fale! It's still at the planning stage but you know how I am: once I've got the idea, I'm like a dog with a bone, so watch this space!
Ever since my days in Samoa in 1978 I have wanted to live in a fale and what nicer place than to build it alongside the 1/4-acre pond overlooking the water lilies, the slow-moving herons and the playful ducks, and the small turtles which inch themselves out of the water onto a sunny spot along the bank.
The coming cooler months will be an ideal time to engage in a bit of strenuous labour. Come spring and summer and I'll be lolling in my hammock inside the fale!
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"Nationality?" asks the immigration officer. "German," she replies. "Occupation?" "No, just here for a few days." |
