Traditional Tongan brooms are extremely efficient. They double as a rake and are perfect for sweeping away the piles of inexplicable insect and flora debris that collect on my porch on a daily basis. Plus, if you happen to be a witch, you’d be hard pressed to find a more suitable mode of transport. My…
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Last month, my husband had a layover in Kowloon, Hong Kong while en route to a business conference in Cambodia. Siem Reap Cambodia, that is, the gateway to one of the places I’ve always wanted to visit: Angkor Wat! What to do when faced with an adventure opportunity beyond the scope of one’s income?…
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When one lives on an island of approximately 60 miles in circumference, where the Sabbath reigns so supreme that shops are closed by law, restaurants are, for the most part, closed as well, and leisure activities such as jogging or swimming are forbidden, Sundays can get a little redundant. Snorkeling (at resorts only, mind you), kayaking and…
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I hate getting pushed around by boobs. Literally. Enormous, springy ones at that. This might sound like two cycles from Nirvana for some, but for me, not so much. Especially when I’m innocently standing in line at Molisi, soggy from shoes up thanks to the rain gushing outside, and a lady (not the one featured…
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They Fish! Got back a few days ago from a two-week jaunt with my honey to Cambodia and Hong Kong. Work conference for him, part work, part sight-seeing for me. I plan on posting more on that later, but in the meantime, here’s a few more thoughts on life in the Kingdom that, upon returning,…
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Ahem (cue the tune of Gilligan’s Island, please)…. Just sit right back and you’ll see a tail, A tail from a fateful trip That started from this tropic port Aboard this tiny ship. The mate was a mighty sailin’ man, The Captain brave and sure, Eight passengers set sail that day For a six hour…
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I’ve been so busy the past few weeks that I’ve neglected my blog posts, not to mention the not-so-inspired cooking of late. But the other day, I had a craving for fish that could not be quelled. The afternoon was sunny, with a mild, salty breeze that just begs for a bike ride into town,…
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It’s Friday evening in Nuku’alofa. Driving home from work. Nine thousand, nine-hundred and fifty-two miles from Scotland, deep in the swells of the South Pacific. Two exceptionally cheerful bagpipers (and one reticent, kilted lass) march out of The Billfish fisherman’s bar, bagpipes roarin’, heading to the International Dateline Hotel to play for the Princess. This is…
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Having lived in Tonga for over a year at this point, I thought I would do a short post on a few of my favorite things about living in Tonga. 1. The Kids. Tongan children are the cutest, friendliest, happiest kids I’ve ever seen. Last week, I volunteered at a Rotary fair and did a…
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So the “Sexy Disco” t-shirt from the other day gladdened my heart so much that I had an idea. I should document all of those awesome, hilarious or otherwise noteworthy Tonga T-shirts that are sported as regular wear here in the Big Pineapple. If I can get a picture of them, I’ll post them here. But…
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