One day of sun and fun, and ink loving ink-o-philes wasn't enough, I showed up again on Sunday, camera in hand only to be disappointed that my fame from the previous day had dissipated and I was going to have to start all over reestablishing my photographic credibility. Fortunately for me, the patrons of Tisa's Tattoo Festival were all willing to pose for the camera, smile, and show off their new tattoos that it didn't take long before people who saw me walking their way were waving me over to take another photo.
All was right in the world, and Samoa News graciously lent me their table as a resting spot and bought me a few drinks to keep my camera gears oiled up and ready to spin. Nothing greases photographic gears better than Vailima... the chief of beers. Well, up to a point. I believe there is a point of no return where a photographer's loss of inhibitions and a party don't mix well. No, not well indeed. But let's not ever find out what's on that memory card.