Savai’i (kind of)

Today’s day trip to Savai’i, Samoa’s largest island, didn’t go exactly as planned. Our guide, Chief Tai (yes he really is a local chief), picked us up from our resort at 6:40am. The early start was required in order to catch an 8:00am ferry across Apolima Strait to Savai’i. The weather forecast wasn’t ideal with passing showers forecast. However, our guide thought we’d be ok.

As we arrived at Mulifanua wharf the rain started falling. To our dismay, we discovered that the ferry company had rostered one of its landing craft vessels onto our scheduled sailing. This smaller vessel, the MV SSC Fasefulu, is an open deck ship with limited indoor seating. In other words, while crossing the 20km of ocean separating Upolu and Savai’i, we’d be exposed to the elements.

However, to our surprise, Chief Tai arranged for us to join the crew on the bridge. As a result, we stayed sheltered from the weather and enjoyed a bird’s eye view of cars and trucks being loaded on board. Below is an image of the ferry I later took during our return sailing. 

Once on Savai’i we made our way along the southern coast towards the island’s iconic Alofaaga Blowholes. However, as we ventured west the weather deteriorated rapidly into heavy showers. Our guide became increasingly agitated. He explained that the road is often blocked by localised flooding after heavy rain.

Apparently, heavy rain on the slopes of Mt Silisili, the island’s highest peak, can quickly overwhelm streams along the entire coast. At first, I thought he was exaggerating. That is until we encountered a fast-flowing dirty brown torrent surging knee-deep across the highway, less than a kilometre from the blowhole turnoff.

Needless to say, our guide promptly abandoned the tour and returned to Salelologa. As we drove he expressed fears that other streams were now flooding. Fortunately, his fears proved unfounded and we made it safely back to the ferry wharf. However, we passed over several bridges with wild waters raging below so his distress wasn’t entirely misplaced. 

As we approached Salelologa we stopped to admire Mu Pagoa Waterfall in full flood. The fall is an impressive sight. It flows over an arcing five-metre ledge of black volcanic rock directly into the pounding Pacific ocean. 

Access to the waterfall is across private land (we literally walked through a grassy paddock to get there). As a result, it’s not signposted from the road. We later learnt that thanks to this hidden access very few tourists actually see the falls. Even fewer witness it in full flood.

Our guide decided to return on an earlier sailing as poor weather often causes cancellations. As a result, we found ourselves disembarking in Upolu, hours ahead of schedule. Ironically, the weather on Upolu was only partially overcast, dry and warm. 

Our guide offered to refund the tour. While we appreciated the gesture, we declined his offer. Instead, to compensate us, he shouted lunch at a local resort and took us on a leisurely drive along the southwest coast. The church shown above, located in Falelatai, was one highlight along the way. Sadly my photos didn’t turn out so I’ve ripped this image from Google Street View.

Apia road trip

We hired a car for our first five days in Samoa. It got us from the airport across the island to our resort, let us stock up at the local supermarket and made it easy to schedule a couple of day trips. Today we finished our final hire day by touring Apia’s popular sights.

Our road trip started with a slightly hair-raising ride via the Cross Island Road. One section consisted predominantly of potholes with the occasional patch of solid asphalt. Along the way, we stopped to admire the spectacular Papapapaitai Falls, the Baha’i House of Worship and the Robert Louis Stevenson Museum. 

The falls were spectacular. Several fragmented ribbons of white water drop more than 100 metres into a jungle-clad gully. Our arrival at the lookout was initially hampered by a swirling mist. It slowly lifted as we watched and waited revealing the falls in all their verdant glory.

We had the entire Baha’i temple to ourselves during our visit. The local custodian came across from the nearby visitors centre to give us a brief overview of the Baha’i faith and the temple’s key features before leaving us to explore it alone. The custodian asked if I'd visited a Baha'i House of Worship before. When I mentioned the Lotus temple in New Delhi, she told us she'd been lucky enough to attend its opening in 1986.

The Robert Louis Stevenson Museum was equally quiet. The tour staff were on their lunch break when we arrived. As a result, we were invited to take a self-guided tour through this magnificent colonial homestead. Once again we had the entire building to ourselves and could explore it at our own pace.  The house and grounds were impressive.  However, I couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable with the colonial undertones of exploitation that it clearly represents.

From the museum, we went into town for a swim at the rather ramshackle Palolo Deep Marine Reserve (lots of sharp coral shards underfoot!) followed by a leisurely lunch by the water's edge overlooking the exclusive Taumeasina Island Resort. After lunch, we had just enough time for a brief driving tour downtown. 

Our route included a brief stop at Samoa’s new National Parliament (currently under renovation and built in the style of a traditional tribal hut), the ornate Immaculate Conception Cathedral, and a drive-by of the infamous Downtown Clock Tower. Guidebooks claim the clock displays random time on one or more faces for no apparent reason other than dodgy maintenance.

Fono, the Parliament of Samoa, is not only a noteworthy sight with its contemporary-meets-traditional fale architecture but is also where some unique legislation has been made. For example, Samoa “skipped a day” when the country changed time zones in 2011. Previously, as happened in the Cook Islands, visitors crossed the dateline upon arriving in Samoa. Neighbouring America Samao, less than 80 km southeast of Upolo, still observes this time zone.

After returning our rental car to Blue Pacific Rentals, office staff arranged for a local taxi to take us back to the resort. The journey was an eye-opening lesson about living on “island time”. We wound down the windows, soaked in the sunshine, and watched the world glide by as our cab wound its way across the island at a speed rarely exceeding 25kph. A trip that typically takes 40 minutes ultimately took us more than an hour.

Upolu road trip

We’ve spent the first three days in Samoa relaxing in the sun. We’ve done little more than lie under the shade of coconut trees, down cold beers and swim in the sea. It’s been bliss.

Today while Garry relaxed some more I hit the road in our rental car. I spent the afternoon exploring scenic highlights along the south coast of Upolu. By the time I was done I’d covered more 115kms, starting from our resort and finishing at Samoa’s renowned To-Sua Ocean Trench, before retracing my steps.

The trench is a coastal sinkhole filled with salt water flowing from the sea via an underground cavern. Visitors access the water 30 metres below by descending a steep wooden ladder set against the rock face. I climbed down and dived in for a refreshing swim, along with dozens of others. I was surprised to find the water was constantly in motion as the ocean’s tidal currents rose and fell.

Along the way, I also took time out to visit a couple of the island’s waterfalls. My first fall for the day was Togitogiga Waterfall. It often stops flowing during the dry season (April to October). However, I was in luck. The cascade was active with several strong strands flowing.

I then finished the day with a brief stop at the Sopo’aga Falls. It's one of Samoa’s most beautiful falls, dropping 32 metres into a picturesque gully. The falls are viewed from a platform along the edge of a jungle-clad cliff. Its elevated viewpoint delivers a truly majestic photo opportunity.

Like most scenic spots in Samoa, the viewing platform stood on private land. A local family maintains the site on behalf of the local community. They've gone all out, as the grounds were carefully landscaped with picnic tables and paved pathways. As I drove in, a woman stepped out of a nearby homestead to greet me and collect a traditional cash entry fee. On this occasion, it was WST10.00 (about AUD5.30). Likewise, at To-Sua Ocean Trench, I paid a small entry fee.

Other highlights from today’s road trip include a chain of colourful flags and potted plants lining the roadside in every village. We later learned they’ve been installed for the Commonwealth Heads of Government Meeting (CHOGM) scheduled in Apia from 21-26 October. It’s the first CHOGM to be held in a Pacific Small Island Developing State so the locals are going all out to impress their elite VIP visitors.

I also stopped to catch some memorable images of the island’s coconut-shaded paddocks, colourful public buses, and impressive churches, including the stunning blue and white Agelo Tausi Catholic Church. Many of the buses I passed were filled with uniformed school kids on their way home from class. Apparently, almost every village here has its own primary school.

Tomorrow we'll explore the sights around Apia, Samoa's capital, before taking a day trip to the neighbouring island of Savai’i.

Samoan reflections

We’re finally kicking back on a vacation we thought we’d never have. Eight months ago Garry and I booked an 11-day holiday in Samoa for late-September. A few weeks later Rhonda, Garry’s mother, was diagnosed with terminal cancer. From that moment on our vacation appeared unlikely to happen.

How swiftly things change. Four days ago, Rhonda passed away. Garry and I joined his family in mourning their loss, laid plans for her funeral and helped his Dad prepare for a new life alone.

In Rhonda’s final weeks, as Garry sat with her each night in the hospital, she made her wishes clear. She urged him not to abandon our scheduled vacation for her sake. As a result, in her honour, just as she wished Garry and I flew out for Samoa last night.

We’ve shortened our stay by several days to return in plenty of time for Rhonda’s funeral. For the next seven days we’re staying at Return to Paradise, Samoa’s largest locally owned resort.   This evening as I look out across the pounding Pacific, it really does feel like the right place to be. We finally have time to pause, reflect and truly remember without the distractions of everyday life.

Today’s highlights in “paradise” include sleeping on the beach under the shade of coconut trees, driving across the island to stock up on some supermarket essentials, and enjoying a buffet dinner with live entertainment. The beach sleep was incredibly therapeutic, even more so after an all too brief three hour sleep on our flight from Brisbane. 

The Maeva String Band that entertained us over dinner was impressive. This talented group of men was originally founded by the resort’s gardeners. This evening they performed songs tempered by powerful harmonies before finishing with some exuberant rhythmic dancing. 

I chuckled when the compère announced the band was performing a truncated show. This last minute change meant everyone could retire to the bar in time to catch the second half of the annual Bledisloe Cup on TV. Rugby is clearly a big deal in Samoa.

Oh yes, and one final highlight. I’ve ticked off country number 72 on my travel list.

UPDATE: 22 September 

New Zealand won last night’s game 31-28 in a closely fought match.

Thank you for the memories

Rhonda Smith, Garry’s mother, passed away this morning. It’s been a sad time for both of us as we come to terms with losing our respective mothers a few months apart. It’s been a particularly difficult time for Garry. For the last four days, he’s sat with Rhonda through the night, keeping her company, and sharing special memories.

Rhonda celebrated her 79th birthday on Monday. Sadly, she wasn’t conscious as she lay in the hospital. However, in honour of her final milestone, Garry took a small cake into her room and enjoyed a slice in her presence before sharing the remainder with the hospital staff.

This afternoon, the family came together to support Murray and reminisce. We discovered that Rhonda has meticulously maintained annotated photo albums about every family event and milestone for decades. We all knew she’d kept these records, but failed to appreciate just how detailed they were. 

It’s been a precious time looking back over years of wonderful memories. Her first photo of me was taken at a family Christmas dinner in December 2003. At the time, Garry and I were going to New Zealand for Christmas so the Smith family organised an early celebration. 

Garry and I were trying to remember the first time I met Rhonda just a few days ago. I knew it was a family event but couldn't recall the occasion. Thank you for the memories, Rhonda. We’ll miss you dearly.

Escape from reality

Amidst the chaos currently enveloping our lives, Garry and I have found a way to bring a little joy and light relief. We’ve been planning four vacations, including two that have been in the works for some time.

First up, is our forthcoming trip to Samoa. We fly out eight days from now, returning on 1 October. Garry’s Mum is stable and looks likely to be with us for a few more weeks. As a result, Garry has decided we should proceed with this holiday. It’s also what Rhonda wants. She’s been adamant that everyone carry on living life as normal. This includes us sticking with our annual Spring break vacation.

Dealing with hotels and tourism ventures in Samoa has been an eye-opener. It's clear the locals are operating on island time. I’ve struggled to get clear and timely answers to simple questions and booking activities via email has become a handy lesson in patience.

For example, it took a string of emails over a week, to get a simple answer to questions like “What’s the dollar value of a deposit required to secure our hotel booking”, plus more emails to clarify the date the final balance was due. We never got a straight answer regarding the deposit's value (“it’s 50% of the total booking value – which is how much exactly?). I eventually gave them a credit card authorisation without a nominated total.

We’re now experiencing a similar circular email debate while trying to book a day trip to neighbouring Savaii Island (you can see its famous blowhole above). This is a treat for my birthday – if we can finalise a payment? Perhaps the easiest activity to book was a rental car for five days. However, this still involved three hours of email ping pong last Sunday before it was finalised. This exchange included two completely different booking confirmations sent within minutes of one another. I definitely need a holiday after all the stress these bookings have caused.

Following Samoa, we’ve scheduled a vacation for Christmas/New Year. We’re off to Ballina again. Given the failing health of Garry’s mother we’d deferred all plans for Summer until now. However, sadly we now know she won’t be with us for Christmas. By chance, Garry discovered that the same penthouse apartment we booked in 2021 was available in early January.

We’ve decided to spend four days making our way up the coast. We’ll stop for one night in Harrington, staying at the Harrington River Lodge (our third stay here), before basing ourselves in Yamba for three nights. We’ve booked ourselves into a studio apartment at the Moby Dick Waterfront Resort offering an uninterrupted view along the Clarence River.

Once we're done with Yamba, we'll spend four nights staying with friends on their lifestyle block outside Alstonville, before finally making our way into Ballina for seven nights. We’ll finish our vacation with an overnight stop in Port Macquarie on the way home to Sydney.

A week after returning from Ballina, we’ll be off on a five-day break to Morocco in January. Garry and I are off to Northern Africa for the weekend before kicking off our annual week of business meetings in London, at the London Toy Fair, and then on to Nuremberg for a second week. We’re basing ourselves in Marrakech. I’ve booked us into a classic riad hotel on the outskirts of the old city’s medina, plus an overnight tour through the Atlas Mountains, visiting some of Morocoo's famous Berber mountain forts. We'll stay the night in a palm oasis before returning to Marrakech.

This will be Garry’s first time in Morocco, and my second. Although my first visit, in 1990, only included the northern cities of Tangier, Fez and Meknes. This will be my first visit to Marrakech.

However, I won’t rest easy until we board our flight to Marrakech. We’re taking the non-stop flight from Perth to London again. The flight is scheduled to land at 5:05am. We then have 2:40 hours to clear immigration, collect our bags, transfer to Terminal 5, and drop our bags again. We’re travelling on separate tickets, so we’ll be in a world of pain if our flight from Australia runs late.

Finally, we’ve just paid a deposit on a Caribbean cruise departing January 2026. This will become part of my 60th birthday celebrations. I’ve been dreaming of a cruise through these tropical isles for decades. I stumbled upon this particular cruise earlier in the year. It visits 12 countries in 14 days, with a new port on offer daily - and no “days at sea”. 

However, it’s rather pricey, so I sensibly set it aside on the “dreamer’s shelf”. Since then, I’ve received a small unexpected cash inheritance from my mother’s estate. I decided to put it towards this cruise for Garry and me. My mother would be delighted to know we’re using it to create special memories. It’s exactly what she'd do if she were alive. We can cancel our booking without penalty until the end of August 2025 so there’s plenty of time to reconsider.

Oh yes, there is one more out-of-town excursion in my diary. I’m scheduled to fly to the Gold Coast at the end of November for an overnight retreat with my EO Forum. While the trip is business-focused, we've set aside some time for a little fun including a Koala encounter at Currumbin Wildlife Sanctuary.