Here's a group before we boarded our bus ...

Upon arrival, we met in a community hall building ... an open air building with sheets of linoleum loosely covering the floor and swarms of large mosquitos circling our fresh blood.
Amanda and I were placed in the home of the town officer (similar to a mayor in the US). His youngest daughter still lives at home and is 18 or 19. Her name in 'One (oh-neigh). She spent the evening trying to teach us Tonga. She knows very little English and we know very little Tonga -- only hello and full (for when they try to make us eat as much as a Tongan!). Everything was a bit overwhelming and we were glad to escape to our little room once it seemed appropriate.
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