This landmark is seen by many from the air as they enter Guam. It is a tradition to leave luggage tags here.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Two Lovers Point
This landmark is seen by many from the air as they enter Guam. It is a tradition to leave luggage tags here.
Spanish Steps
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Thursday, March 17, 2011
Groceries
Guam in the clear
About a half hour later our cell phones became busy and we were unable to get a hold of anyone. As we were walking out of our new apartment complex we saw signs posted on the doors, "Guam is Under a Tsunami Warning Please Seek Higher Elevation". My heart sank into my stomach.
We returned to the hotel to find distressed Japanese tourists in the lobby anxiously watching the news. I proceeded to ask every employee I came in contact with if we would be safe there. All assured me we would be safe. One very sweet employee even replied"Yes miss, don't worry. You are safe here. We will take care of you if anything happens." We then decided to spend the rest of the night in our room, on the 18th floor, high above sea level.
We then watched the news, texted with friends, and waited....
The first warning at 7pm came and went but luckily no tsunami.
Guam is now being threatened by nuclear radiation. We are in the clear for now and we will receive several days notice if any radiation comes near us. Everyone is trying to stay positive!
In the words of Marianne Williamson, "Visualize Light surrounding the Japanese nuclear reactor, using whatever imagery comes to you. Spread the word."
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Only in Guam
Just Another Day in Paradise
This past weekend we celebrated Jay’s birthday! On Friday went to a local BBQ place with our new friends. On Saturday we drove all over the south end of the island with our friend, Mike, this part of the island has some spectacular views.
In honor of Jay turning another year older, our friend Mike thought a life threatening hike through the jungles of Guam was in order. Although I am exaggerating, I have been on vigorous hikes before, such as the boiling lake in Dominica, but this was one of the most intense hikes I have ever been on. The island has a club called Hash House Harriers. This group was originated in Maylasia and consisted of expatriates that loved non-competitive running and beer. My understanding of a hash is that someone creates a running path with colored ribbons, a few people (the hares) begin the run early and all others (the hashers) start about fifteen minutes later and everyone then races to the beer at the end of the course. I am sure there is way more to it.
A couple of our friends here participate regularly in hashing and wanted to give us a taste of it. This hike consisted of four hours of mud sliding, trucking through rivers, scaling small cliffs and climbing trees through the jungle. Our hands and legs got scratched up from sword grass and other plants and trees we squeezed through as we carved our own path. Multiple times I was warned of danger such as, wild hogs, which tend to be pretty aggressive. “Make sure to always look for a tree to grab onto just in case”, my friend warned. While I was trucking through the river with water up to my waist I was advised to look out for freshwater eels. These warnings did not make me feel warm and fuzzy.
By the end I was covered in scrapes, literally hundreds of mosquito bites and my body felt beat up (great work out!). It was all worth it to experience such untouched nature. We saw four waterfalls and tons of wildlife. I felt a great sense of accomplishment for keeping up with the boys! Now I am ready to do my first hash, only this time I will be more prepared!
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Saying Goodbye
My best friend, former roommate, and travel buddy, Dre, came to visit me from Detroit for a weekend in St. Pete. We had an awesome time bike riding, kayaking, and catching up!