C/o Daddy Paul...

Once upon a time in August 2013, I went over to Buninga island to visit another PCV. Since Buninga is sorely lacking in kava (o sori), I asked Daddy Paul if he'd mind digging up a stampa kava for me to take over. (Dranks.) Daddy Paul said OK, as long as I took a stampa over for his tawi the boat driver, but he was concerned. How would I be able to tell which stampa was mine, and which was Lolo Joel's?

Yep, that's my name which got carved into the stampa with a knife.

Disgusting lovely water.