40 Years ago at Tarawa

Whilst on Tarawa we were billeted out and this is the lounge of my hosts. Their names I can't remember but I do remember being taken on the back of their motorcycle around to see and visit places. One time we called on some of their friends but they weren't home. Such was the relaxed atmosphere my hosts just made a cup of tea and waited for them to come home - but that didn't happen during the time we waited so I never got to meet this other family.
Another memory is of the mosquito net over the bed.