crazy drunks

Lemme start with last night. Eric (my new guam adventure buddy that I met on the flight over) and I started our adventures on Gun Beach and wrapped around the cliff to another beach where we started our search for a cave the someone had said was over there somewhere. Where? That's what we were supposed to find out. We found a path through the bush and had quite given up on finding a cave when we came to a building of unknown use. We went just a little further and found a public bathroom. Hmm... Then we discovered a whole resort-type situation with picnic tables, reclining chairs, beach chairs, hammocks, and locked-up surf boards. No one was there and it was all dark. Ahh.. nice for relaxation.

We moved on and found a fenced in area with no trespassing signs. The gate was locked. A little further, same fence, next gate was wide open! In we went and came upon a beautiful cave! It had those stalagmite or stalactite structures and had hanging drops from the formations. Wow. It was so pretty and pretty hot. By the time we had explored the whole thing the back of my shirt was completely soaked. There was water down below that was so clear that you had to look twice or three times just to see if it was really water, and the rock formations in this cave were just gorgeous! Totally worth the hike.







Today's adventures consisted of a lot of getting lost. No, just temporarily off the planned route. This morning I thought I was lost on the way to a new church in Agat, but I just kept going and ended up in the right spot. Great church there, with a great potluck! I was so full!

Sabbath afternoon came, Eric agreed to go come with me and find some horses, and turns out I'm super-glad that he could come with. One of the drawbacks to being a tourist here on Guam is the limited amount of street signs combined with the lack of good directions. So here we were going down this road that was getting smaller and smaller, looking shadier and shadier. There couldn't be a horse farm out here, could there? Then we came upon this sign at the dead end of the road:



at which point we had to turn around. There were some very intoxicated people located just up a little hill playing loud music and generally making a ruckus. As we started driving back down the road one of the gentlemen cut us off by throwing a bike in the road demanding us to get out and talk to him. Whoa. He said we were just flying down the road (if you could only see this road you would know that could not be true) and we just couldn't do that. Some other guys came down to get the bike out of the road and eventually, after an apology for our outrageously fast speed, we were on our way. Whew!

We found horses, and I was able to get my fix of horse smell, horse petting, horse talk. No horse riding though :( They were done for the day. But I was still quite satisfied. Successful trip.

We then traveled up to Ritidian point where the beaches are perfect, only to find that the gate closes at 4pm. We were too late. There was another road off to the right, so we took it looking for a chance to get the beach. Every place along the beach had huge no trespassing signs and gates. There wasn't even any place to park the road was so narrow. The road once again got smaller and smaller until we ended at a dump where they explode stuff. Cool! But still no beach. We did find a lot of papaya, although they weren't too tasty and we ended up not keeping the rest of them. They were kind of small, were kind of grainy, and just didn't have good taste.


Anyway, that was the days events... I'm pooped. Tomorrow to Tarzan falls, Family beach, and perhaps some other falls, time allowing. I might even be blessed with a call from Greg tomorrow evening! Oh boy!