The sun was rising over the navy blue ocean and I heard the sound of little waves approaching the beach when I opened my eyes… I layed naked in the small, open, tatched house (“beach fale”). Through the mosquito net I enjoyed the view of white, sandy and empty beach fringed by palm trees… -It is my nameday today! -I recognized in my still-sleepy brain… In Poland most of the people still celebrate his saint patron day instead of birthday. So am I… On Samoa, on the sunny island of Savaii… It will be worth to open the large bottle of the local VAILIMA beer in the evening…
Beach fales cost here 50 tala per day including meals in local style…
