The Robert Louis Stevenson Museum
There I was, off in the South Pacific island nation of Samoa for some reason or other. I’d just arrived back in the outskirts of the capital city of Apia, my rear end stiff and numb after riding a rented moped out to visit the legendary To Sua Ocean Trench. That day trip was an adventure in itself: dodging wild pigs along the unmarked side roads; getting soaked through by a handful of sudden rainstorms; eating Sapa Sui in grass hut along a white-sand beach; and getting hijacked by a three-year-old in a Larry Bird jersey, who refused to get off my moped until I’d bought an overpriced coconut from him. What can I say, really? Five tala sure ain’t cheap, but I respected the kid’s hustle. But I’ve got…