Yesterday we had more language sessions. After class, my host father Leki picked me up from school to watch rugby and netball games. It’s interesting to watch because it’s a lot rougher than American football and the action is constant! By the end of the game, I was thoroughly confused on how to play rugby. I was surprised at how physically built the Tongans were (and the ones I saw were barely in their mid teens)!
One of the volunteers had told me that her host brother from Ha’atafu said that I was “the strongest palangi” out of our group. At Ha’atafu, most of the male volunteers went to the makeshift gym in town; it consisted of a burnt down building with a half broken bench and a pipe with weights used for curling. I had benched the most out of us palangis and had somehow won that title.
Anyways, when I came to Ha’apai, the people thought I was taha valu eni (18 years old, when I’m actually 21) because of how scrawny I was compared to them. I think maybe even Timi, whose only 15, is stronger than me.
So far today I had all this time to myself to update my blog, listen to some music, and show the neighborhood kids pictures of California. I took a few pictures of them and they jumped with joy every time they saw themselves.
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