Being Tourists.

The day before I left to Macau, an impromptu day of tourism was had.  Darryl, Ralph, and I headed south for Inarajan.  We laughed, we argued, and made fun of locals.  Mainly we just had fun and looked like complete fools running around Inarajan taking photos in front of everything.

Checking out the view.

The very old steps carved out of rock.  Slippers were not a good choice.

Darryl making the leap from the tower.  He knows how to fly.

Paw prints.

An old bridge.. don't know how old.

We watched some local girls showing around some not local guys and we made commentary.  The girls acted completely helpless despite clearly knowing their way around Inarajan pools and at one point were rendered completely useless while walking over this bridge.  It's like two feet high and you would have to go out of your way to hurt yourself or not be able to walk over it.  This was our reenactment.

This is the statue of Chief Gadao.  He is a legend on Guam.  Notice his half canoe. It was broken in half while as him and another chief from Tumon attempted to paddle in opposite directions.  He then rowed back to Inarajan and his people. That is the legend.

Posing.

This the last remaining piece of the Baptist church that was built in Inarajan in the early 1900s.

This is an idol or a saint or something. I defiled it. Being totally chaud right now. Is that how its spelled?

It was a wonderful day... we ended it by eating delicious food at Jeff's Pirate Cove and watching the sunset.  A perfect last day before going on my trip to China, which I totally deserve. Bitch.