Rolling pancakes

After we took off from Hawaii, we headed south. Our first destination of the day was Pago Pago, where we would stop to refuel the jet and get some lunch.

Pago Pago (pronounced "pango pango") is a beautiful island. When we landed, the weather was balmy, and the small airport, sitting right on the edge of the ocean, was bordered with smooth, tall, conical shaped mountains covered in jungle foliage.

As we walked from the jetway into the little restaurant, we passed through an opening in a short wall made of coral that had gorgeous wil orchids growing out of it's crevasses.

In the restaurant, I learned about Samoan pancakes. Apparently, the dough is deep fried and comes out round, like a ball. One of the crew ordered those, and one kept rolling off his plate onto the table.

Through the windows, we could see ground crews working on our big Starlifter...and then out of nowhere...a tropical storm whipped across the island, pelting it with rain. The storm disappeared as quickly as it had arrived leaving misty, jewel-like narrow waterfalls pouring off of the mountains near the runway.

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