Entropyenator headed back after Hawaii, but the parents and I had another eight-hour flight to catch, as my cousin decided that Guam was a reasonable place for a wedding.
Guam has its points, but accessible from the U.S. is not one of them (I understand it’s easier coming from Asia, but not by much). There’s one flight in and one flight out per day. Each. Which means you must get up at awful, awful times in the morning or else.
Anyway, once you get to Guam, you’re on an island that takes approximately half a day to drive around when going an average of 30 mph, with three different branches of the military sectioning off various parts from the general public. The rest of it consists of one high-end luxury resort town, where the hotels are, smaller government installations and WWII historical stops (every single public bathroom is U.S. Park Service-maintained, and yes, there is still unexploded explosive ordinance lying around), and the odd very neat village. It’s definitely not economically rich, but I’ve been in areas of the Deep South that have looked dumpier. Mostly, it kind of reminds me of the non-Rust Belt rural Midwest, places that were never booming so they never ended up with a lot of rotting infrastructure from the glory days.
The landscape is lowkey beautiful, especially after coming from in-your-face roaring gorgeousness that’s Hawaii. Nothing showy, but everything is easy on the eyes, and if you drive the highway that goes all the way around the island, you stumble on these little places that are like the fun little hidden spots from your childhood. Guam has history beyond WWII, too. There was a Spanish outpost from the conquistador days, which now is just a great view and a couple crumbling stone buildings, and the native islanders used to build their meeting houses on a base of stone towers called lattes, which without the wood around them look like stately monoliths. And it’s all very casual, no ropes or guards, and you can walk right up and touch the same rocks, and look over the same cliffs.
But the food, I am sorry to say, is not worth writing about. Believe me, we went outside of the resort area and tried very, very hard to find something that was not an imported American burger, and…nope. You just grab a cold drink and drive out and chill. Food, you’d better wait on that till you get back.