I’m staying at Phil’s tonight, as is AJ. It’s always fun when volunteer guys get together because it ends up being shameless bachelorism. Usually when I’d get together with other single males in The States, we’d go out to a restaurant for food and keep our bizarre dining-in habits to ourselves. But in Samoa, restaurants mostly only exist in Apia. So we eat in.
AJ was already here at Phil’s when I got here. “What do you guys want to do for dinner?” Phil asked. AJ, thinking ahead, brought a box of Kraft Deluxe Macaroni and Cheese Dinner. This provided a good start, but was probably not enough. So we headed up the street to the Tuasivi grocery store.
It’s clear I haven’t been here in a while. The Tuasivi grocery store was a thriving faleoloa when I was here last, but they’ve remodeled, put in tile flooring, and installed a turnstile at the door. It’s a swanky little place.
Shopping for dinner with other Peace Corps dudes is a perpetually awkward experience. “What do you guys want to eat?” “I don’t know. What do you guys want to eat?” “I don’t know. What are you hungry for?” Fade to silence.
Inevitably one or all of the following gets suggested (or combinations thereof):
- Hot dogs;
- Our own feet.
In the end it was decided we should just get extra pasta shells and use the same cheese from the box. We also picked up some canned pears and 3 bottles of Coke. And AJ got a can of Chilli Cheese Fritos.
And that is what we ate. The pasta was divvied up into equal portions, and the canned pears were dumped into a single bowl, left on the kitchen counter, and consumed while the three of us stood in a circle around the bowl. There was grunting.
I hope you’re well. Pictures below.
The line to get on the boat. Look closely and you can see Blakey and Koa.
People sleeping in the aisle on the ferry.
Tuasivi at dusk.
Phil's freezer, which had a cameo in Empire Strikes Back as the ice planet Hoth.