Western Samoa

1991 -- Upon arriving, we had a few troubles contacting customs, but after that, all was fine. Ashore, we went to the markets, and I managed to get myself a book at them. My mother went agog with fabrics and bought a fair bit to sew once on board.

It was very hot, and very much a tourist location. There were white monoliths masquerading as hotels all over the town, and a great many people all over the place.

Not too much happened there—but at an island belonging to it, my mother and brother went ashore and were mistreated by the local children. Damien was especially upset by being thrown stones at.