Across the road from our homestay was the local swimming hole. Every day at around 10am the local kids ( upwards of around 60 a day ) would come for the day and part of the night to meet up and their laughter and voices could be heard for what seemed miles. The older ones would cross the road and take a running jump into the pool dodging traffic, cheering and laughing while the smaller ones bathed with mothers or older siblings in the shallows. At 6pm every night the police would appear with their loud speakers and tell everyone to go home whereupon they would all get out of the pool and make like they were going home, by 6.10 they were all back in there until around 8 to 9pm, quieter as the evening got darker but having just as much fun nonetheless. I miss these kids, I miss the laughter, the pureness, the innocence in a country where TV and computers arent a source of activity ( most people dont have them ), but just living as kids should, laughing, being with family and friends and surviving in a place that many people would be right out of their comfort zones in as the poverty level is very high. They have made me take a look at life in a whole new light, Tongan light, the best there is.
Canon 20D, 50mm prime lense