I hiked down to Sella Bay to recon and determine whether it was a nice spot to spend the night. Actually, I already knew it was a beautiful place to spend a night as I've hiked down there before. The real purpose of the hike was to answer important questions like, How difficult would it be to haul a cooler filled with ice, beverages and lots of cheese and junk food down the mountain and through the jungle? You know, in addition to the usual camping gear, tents, packs, and miscellaneous snorkeling gear.

However difficult the task, it would be totally worth it to be able to wake up early and enjoy breakfast and coffee on the shores of the quietest and gentlest bay on Guam.

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"What were you doing behind Ocean Jet Club at 10:30 last night?"

"What are you talking about? I wasn't at Ocean Jet Club last night."

"Whatever. I saw your car there. Parked in the dark."

"Am I the only person on island who has a red Suzuki?"

"No, but it had an Apple sticker on the back window. Come on. You can tell me. What were you doing there?"

"I swear! I was not. at. Ocean Jet club last night! I was at The Trench until 11:30!"

"WHATEVER."

...are some women bent on tearing other women down? Buzzing on about what this one is wearing and what that one is doing, and on and on. Tsk, tsk, tsking their way through the day.

If a girl wants to wear a mini-skirt up to there, then I say, go on girl! Wear that mini-skirt!
And if she wants to wear a tube top down to there, then I say, go on and work that tube top, girl!
And if she wants to SHAVE HER HEAD, then I say, hell yeah! Go on and shave your head girl!

What do I care?
I DON'T.
But so many others do.
Those people need to get a hobby.

And a life.

I went sailing on Sunday and did you know?
It's impossible to get the song Sailing by Christopher Cross out of your head. Impossible.

Come Sail Away by Styx also creeps into your head but it just cracks you up because it reminds you of Cartman singing it on South Park.