It's Sunday.

I walked down to the Peace Corps office from Fagali'i. It took about an hour an half. It was more grueling than normal because a mosquito had bit me last night on the foot right where the leather on my sandals rubs against the top of my foot.

There was a cruise ship in port and I went down by the large tree to take a pic. There was a group of soles sitting drinking on the seawall under the tree. They waved me a over because they thought I was coming from the cruise ship. When I busted out some Samoan, they gave me a shot of whatever it was they were drinking (niu voka and coke, i think) in the cut-off bottom of a plastic bottle.

Just after I downed the drink, the cops pulled up and waved the guy with the bottle over the side of the car. This seemed like a good time to leave. The last thing I needed on my record was an arrest in Apia.