American Samoa how to get there

A New Zealand citizen, he now resides in Samoa (Auckland is too cold). I went back in history during the plane and it is now back again to the past, when I passed the dateline again and arrived in Pago Pago (tell Pahngo, Pahngo, but usually only Pahngo). Samoa is one of the days behind Western Samoa, because it must remain in harmony with the motherland.

Maybe the timemachine effect explained why I got to American Samoa, but not my baggage, although it was another one of those little twins that were hop-making (so much for me that I thought I was done with little planes). Now the hotelier is on the case - I hopefully!

Mr Chinese pessimist reassured me that American Samoa is a garbage heap and I will be happy to go. and he was really helping. I' m going to find out the facts on my trip to the islands today. Today it is a geographic area: This vulcanic isle is Tutuila, the American Samoa city. Most of it consists of precipitous crests.

Pago Pago is the city. There' s no street around the isle, just a few mountain trails to the eastern waterfronts. I wanted my chauffeur to be Rory, but he's out of the state. I got Rory Jr. instead. We have some nice motos and some rocks with arcs in front of the Nationalpark.

I' m gonna get Rory Junior to show me how to drag myself back to the shore with his angling javelin. There' re some colorful backyards, but nothing is as pristine as Samoa. Not surprisingly, much of the isle is very American, with chains and advertising, and the residential areas are full of homes, venues and churche.

The verdict of Mr C.P. is tough, as it applies to the whole isle, even if only in passing with regard to Pago Pago himself. There' s dock containers and some nasty structures and the canned thuna factories that stink. I hear about the 2009 tidal wave that hit the high yard with his whole household.

There was no formal alarm - they just saw it comin' and running, he still has bad dreams about it. Returning to my motel I agreed that the chauffeur would take me to the airfield at six o'clock and then return to the motel for supper.

30, but the cheque is open at several locations during the course of the days, as the Samoans are travelling with so many crates. I have to get a nice woman in the airlines offices to call the hotels and ask them to find him. Once I get back to the motel, there'll be no more desks at the diner.

Well, at least the chauffeur can rehabilitate himself by finding him.