It was bizarre to see large Samoan men in what I perceive to be colorful skirts walking around in the fog. The entertainment was great, though. Traditional music involving ukuleles and fabulous percussion as well as the reggae/Hawaiian hybrid. And lots of dancing: graceful ladies and bold warriors. Hot, half-naked, dancing men. What's not to love?!
One of the hosts looked ethnically confusing. He said he was part Filipino and I forget what the other parts were. In LA they think he's Mexican, in New York they think he's Italian. Funny! There were lots of T-shirts for sale that said things like, "I don't speak Spanish. I'm Samoan." Fun day, lots ot learn, lots to enjoy.
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