Tau Island American Samoa

American Samoa Island Tau

Retrofitting the island of Ta'u from diesel to solar energy In Samoa, America, a small Ta'- islands has substituted its dependence on fossil fuels with a micro-grid for photovoltaic energy. The Elon Musk Tesla and SolarCity businesses have provided Ta'Musk with almost one and a half MW of PV energy in the shape of 5,328 modules and 60 Tesla Powerpacks with funding from the state. There is no longer any need for diesel-powered power supplies on the islands. With more than 600 residents using almost 110,000 gallon of fuel per year to transport by boat, the Samoa are almost 5,000 leagues from California, making the already unaffordable price of fuel ridiculous. When the import would jump, Ta'Ta'Ta'Ta'Ta?

? would still be almost completely dependent on its import.

In spite of the extremely government-sponsored expenditure for the micronetwork - somewhere in the multi-million US dollars area - SolarCity expects that the SolarCity initiative "can significantly reduce the island's electricity costs". The harsh sea or other conditions sometimes prevented the transport of fuel, so that people got used to longer blackouts.

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"It' s always sunshine out here, and when I harvest the power of the sun, I can get a much more comfortable night's rest just because I know I can service my customers," said Ahsoon.

King's Kava Ceremony American Samoa Island Tau Manua Group

The Samoan indigenous beverage, made from the roots of Piper methyticum blended with pure ore. While in Samoa I had often eaten cava. Most interesting of these rituals, because it is never serviced without a ceremony, was the service of King's Kyava on Tau Island, Manua Group.

It is a completely innocuous local beverage and has no negative impact on the locals or foreigners. It' s often been said that it uses palsy, but I've studied this carefully with the locals themselves and others in charge of Samoan matters, and they all tell me it's a mistake.

Surely, after seeing the old men and wives who are ordinary men and wives who drink cava leaping into the waves and swimming or walking mile after mile over rugged hills thickly shrouded in strong tropic vegetation, no one could have doubted for a moment that they could use their members well. It' the rare case of finding an elderly man in Samoa who's inactiv.

However, the flavour of the Kava must be developed because it has a powerful terpentine flavour that does not make it tasty. Tau, Manua, is the most attractive of the island seen from the sea, and so it is quite out of the series of steamships or trading vessels that tourists are very seldom.

In the early morning we leave the harbour of Pago Pago on the Tutuila Islands and reach Manua in the afternoons in front of the small hamlet Faleasau on the Tau Isle. Do you know that the main town, Tau, was a nautical miles or so around a point on the isle, so I stayed from that date, study the rugged hills that come down to the sea, and be so high up through the immense breaks that I must have been at one point it the stronghold of some ancient chieftain.

Fitnessitas, the local watch, came from the bank in a long rowboat for us and rode us around the point of the country that hid the town from our eyes, and then the excitement of surfing began. There we were accompanied to the governor's home, who is a local female, and there we were welcomed by the ex-king Tui Manua, who welcomed us in Samoan as he does not know English.

He' a delicate example of a Samoan chieftain, educated and very graceful. Simultaneously, we were summoned from the valley to see how the indigenous peoples gathered for the king's cava, which was to be commemorated in honour of the new governor. When I reached the shore, I saw that the clay was not from a far away bugle, but from a giant shell that had been blow by the king's predecessor, and I learnt that the aim was to call the crowd to testify to the service of the king's cava.

He was followed by all the inhabitants of the villages in the nearby cities who marched to the Great Falls, where the ship's officials and all the high elders waited for the American governor and the local governor or ex-king to arrive. and we found us some seats on one side.

Samoan people are always seated cross-legged on the floor. Except for one room for the ex-king, the remainder of the room was reserved for high wardens. Chieftains sat at the perimeter of the room and had room for Tui Manua. The new governor and officers were with them, and they were pleased.

The young chieftains in their bay tapas with bean or flower strands around their neck were striking among them. Inquiring why the ladies did not go in, I was said that they were not permitted to go in at this ritual. When men were racing, I could hear them, and all of a sudden about eight large young chieftains stormed in and tossed a whole roast pork to the governor's legs and asked him to come.

It signalled its willingness to do so, and accordingly it was sliced up before our very noses, and each of us was serviced according to our ranks, with certain parts always reserved for high-ranking people. Luckily, we were also given tarot and breadfruits so that we could really have something to eat, because it would be too much to ask the unsuspecting to wait for them to have fried pork from Samoa.

Once again we could hear the cries outside and the young chieftains plunged into the shrub to chop off and lower the king's lush lava roots, from which the king's lava was to be made. They rubbed it while the local population was singing and clapped their palms all the time. Usually made by the village handmaid or tempo, but King's is made by high chieftains.

Once the cava was grinded and finished, nine shells of wood with shorts feet were placed in front of nine high chieftains sitting in a series. Rubbed cava was divided among them and then put into coconuts. They agitated it in the cava and then pressed it out and threw it out to a man who shaken it to the sound over the course of the years, removing all the minute bits of the rubbed roots.

A chieftain asked: "Where is the king's chalice to be used? The young chieftains, with their legs of battle in their hand, crashed down the town and destroyed everything that kept them from forming a line for the city. Accompanied by the young chieftains, the river emerged from her shell and went up the road of the town.

She had her right hand hanging on her side, but her right hand had just extended out of her shoulders, palms up and held the king's mug. She had to bend down to get into the trap, but her leg kept its cadence. They stood before the king for a second and then turned to the maker of cava, and they took their mugs, stuffed them from their dishes and then, in harmony, lifted them up and put the content back into the dishes.

When these nine chieftains raised their teacups to water the cava from the dewo, the dewo bent down and moved her arms in a semi-circle without bowing at the elbows and collected a few droplets from the king's chalice until it was full. But this was not the case on this occassion, because after it was done, we were all operated from the same mug in a more simple but similar way, and so the wedding ended.

Then I walked through the town until I had enough to go to the local dancing, to which the ex-queen accompanied me, handing me the customary presents from siapas, friends and necklaces, or laes as they call them.

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