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The Village Idiot

25 June, 2008 (23:59) | Travelogue


The Chamorro Village in Hagåtña is considered an essential stop in Guam.
For more fuzzy pictures of Guam, click here.

One of the essential stops on any visit to Guam is the Chamorro Village. At least, that’s what I’m told. The pier in Hagåtña turns into a small festival with baubles, barbecue, dancing, and shows every Wednesday. In addition to the normal festivities, the annual carnival just opened for the Liberation Day (June 21) festivities. In all, the place seemed packed to the gills, with tourist buses swinging up to the front door to drop off Japanese and Korean cameramen to wander the happenings.

It was drizzling lightly as we walked from our parking place across the street. The crowds hadn’t quite formed although parking had been formidable.

Denise demanded meat-on-a-stick as our first stop. We picked up a couple chicken kabobs and a couple pork ones as well as a banana lumpia (a little like an eggroll) for me. It seemed most of the tents up front were various restaurants and BBQ places. The people here certainly take pride in their BBQ. And it’s delicious.

We wandered through the sparsely populated carnival and down toward the beach.  There were games and rides, several of which looked rickety enough to put a scare into any parental guidance groups coming through.

In the park by the waterfront stood a replica of the Statue of Liberty. Denise, who had a picture of the replica in Japan joked they were multiplying. We passed the water pooling on the ground and made our way toward the edge of the rocks.

The rain had finally abated, but the humidity clung to me like a toddler on his first day of preschool. I had picked up a golf shirt at Ross the day before and it dealt with the humidity wonderfully. Despite the visible line of sweat as we climbed over rocks toward the edge of the water, it felt wonderous.

The beach featured a long string of rocks that led out nearly to the drop off where the reef disappeared and the waves break. The clouds still hung over, preventing us from viewing the sunset, but I still snapped a few nice pictures. Thanks to the reef, the water was still beyond the break point, offering a gorgeous reflection.

We wandered back to the festivities and got some more food. There was a boy with a large crab tied carefully around his hand.

“Those things can snap your arm in half with one clip,” Nosedive informed me. I didn’t feel very good for the boy, though he seemed at ease.

We wandered through apavilion where a band blasted bad music and old people danced. More people were sitting at tables eating so, despite the music, I recommended we stop here to eat. Denise was adamant about getting as far from the music as possible, so we kept going.

Around the next bend was a stage with some traditional Chamorro dancers. The announcer seemed to be having fun and a ton of gawking spectators were gathered watching as young men and women danced in their grass skirts and loin cloths.

We grabbed a seat on a ledge and finished our food before departing. In all, the food was great, but the rest of the fair seemed far more touristy. I’m hoping we’ll make it to a traditional fiesta one weekend soon, but for now, I’m content with good food and an interesting night out.

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  • Dude you flash all these pictures of Denise like a billionaire bragging about his wealth.

  • Dude you flash all these pictures of Denise like a billionaire bragging about his wealth.

  • I mean to say, nice! Very nice!

    Not that I’m jealous (I AM jealous, that sentence is lying)

  • I mean to say, nice! Very nice!

    Not that I’m jealous (I AM jealous, that sentence is lying)

  • But you know, happily jealous. Like, happy. In a good way.

  • But you know, happily jealous. Like, happy. In a good way.

  • Anonymous

    And jealous you should be. Denise has been a wonderful host and a trooper on my miniature adventures. In the pictures, she’s a vicarious replacement for me, since I can’t take pictures and be in them very often (it requires a timer, a good spot and some luck).

    Perhaps you should consider a trip to Guam before she leaves in October (and yes, that’s been confirmed as of yesterday).

  • And jealous you should be. Denise has been a wonderful host and a trooper on my miniature adventures. In the pictures, she’s a vicarious replacement for me, since I can’t take pictures and be in them very often (it requires a timer, a good spot and some luck).

    Perhaps you should consider a trip to Guam before she leaves in October (and yes, that’s been confirmed as of yesterday).

  • No way man, NYC is hot and humid enough for me without going to the tropics! Yes I said too humid. New York.

  • No way man, NYC is hot and humid enough for me without going to the tropics! Yes I said too humid. New York.

  • I’m a child of Colorado! I happily sleep outdoors when it’s 40 degrees! The relative humidity hovers around 2%! There is a 10 degree difference between the sun and the shadows! The sun hit me walking in the West Village this afternoon and I was hot on the opposite side, WTF mate? Fucking air that hold heat in microscopic water droplets, fuckin’ A.

    …on the other hand I would be goddamned swimming every goddamned second and wearing virtually nothing. Here I’ve been all trendy-stuffs in mega skirt fluffles and other modes of stylishness.

    By the way, tell Denise I had a super strong memory of Elitches rides when my train suddenly pulled forward on the LIRR this morning.

  • I’m a child of Colorado! I happily sleep outdoors when it’s 40 degrees! The relative humidity hovers around 2%! There is a 10 degree difference between the sun and the shadows! The sun hit me walking in the West Village this afternoon and I was hot on the opposite side, WTF mate? Fucking air that hold heat in microscopic water droplets, fuckin’ A.

    …on the other hand I would be goddamned swimming every goddamned second and wearing virtually nothing. Here I’ve been all trendy-stuffs in mega skirt fluffles and other modes of stylishness.

    By the way, tell Denise I had a super strong memory of Elitches rides when my train suddenly pulled forward on the LIRR this morning.

  • By Elitches rides I mean roller coasters and by rollercoasters I mean the Twister II and by the Twister II I actually mean that one specific night when we rode it like 7 times continuously, and screaming.

    Ah, the screaming. *Joy*

  • By Elitches rides I mean roller coasters and by rollercoasters I mean the Twister II and by the Twister II I actually mean that one specific night when we rode it like 7 times continuously, and screaming.

    Ah, the screaming. *Joy*