Guam
Trip Start
Oct 20, 2002
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Trip End
Nov 02, 2002
Here I befriended a nice Chamorran lady at the airport info desk. She invited me to spend my time in Guam with her family and friends. They took me around the island and showed me the native culture. They are the most hospitable people I have ever encountered. By the first afternoon of being there, I was helping them set up a birthday party for an uncle and was drinking Budweisers with a group of people I had never known. They took me to a local festival where an old guy sang karoake with complete disregard for human ears. Yes, I too sang karoake one night and it wasn't pretty either. A few beers cured my perception of my own voice.
There wasn't much to see in the city itself since it is so small. I collect Hard Rock Cafe shotglasses wherever I go so I headed there. Next door was a Gameworks (a huge video arcade). I spent some time just walking around and came to some little kids who were playing a fighting game where they stood on a small square and the computer would detect their actual movements. The kid would kick and his character would kick on screen. This was fairly amusing so I watched for about 10 minutes when the kids' dad came over. He said it was his son's birthday party. He said they had a bunch of extra play tickets and asked if I wanted to try. "Haha, no that's okay." A minute later I was battling a ten-year-old in a virtual fight to the death. With a quick combination of tiny ten-year-old fists of furry I lost. Quite humbling. I vowed he wouldn't be so lucky the next time we meet.
There wasn't much to see in the city itself since it is so small. I collect Hard Rock Cafe shotglasses wherever I go so I headed there. Next door was a Gameworks (a huge video arcade). I spent some time just walking around and came to some little kids who were playing a fighting game where they stood on a small square and the computer would detect their actual movements. The kid would kick and his character would kick on screen. This was fairly amusing so I watched for about 10 minutes when the kids' dad came over. He said it was his son's birthday party. He said they had a bunch of extra play tickets and asked if I wanted to try. "Haha, no that's okay." A minute later I was battling a ten-year-old in a virtual fight to the death. With a quick combination of tiny ten-year-old fists of furry I lost. Quite humbling. I vowed he wouldn't be so lucky the next time we meet.


