ABSTRACT
I went in and got my latte, sat down and pulled out my MacBook Air and did some work to pass the time. Like wankers do.
11am came and I went back to the church, feeling a bit less desperate. They were all there-the Samoan men out in front, smoking, in their
sarongs and flower design cotton shirts. I went in, deciding to leave the camera, tripod, etc. in the car (thank God).
