The island of Fongafale is so skinny that most property is ocean front property. The center is just wide enough for the WWII vintage airstrip.
We took a boat ride down the lagoon side of town for a look at life on the beach.
The combination of heat and lagoon bathing forces daily life into the open.
Fresh water is only available from the clouds and so Tuvalans embrace the sea.
The ingenious push their accommodations out over the water…
and amuse themselves with naked-time and a tire.
The gentry live in western style homes and keep their custom cabinhouse skiffs out front on a mooring.
Kids love this place.
What could be better than pet pigs and a splash with your buddies?
Or a swing on the mother of all hammocks?
The island has more than its fair share of infrastructure and social problems but what man would not be pleased to meet his waterbaby and mermaid wife at the end of long day on the reef?
