Still in Tonga . . .  I'm staying in a 12 x 12 Tongan hut called a "fale" (fall-A). It has walls of woven coconut palms and sits on raised legs about 3 feet off the sand.  Right now in Tonga, it's fall, but the temperatures are still around 80 degrees.  The island is small, and I've walked or biked most of it, trying to imagine what it was like when William Mariner arrived in 1806.

I'm on the second half of my novel, and I'm wondering about trying something different with the point of view/narration.  Doing something is a little unusual, but it would solve a probelm with how to deal with most of the characters speaking Tongan before Will learned the language himself.  Still figuring.