Month: October 2013

Favorite Places on Guam: Oka Point Lookout

A few days after our wedding back in May, I asked my husband where we could find a good sunset.

A bit later, he had pulled our SUV to the side of the road, just down the street from an ageing condominium complex. In front of us, a rutted dirt road turned into the jungle and curved out of sight. I looked at him and raised an eyebrow, doubting that this muddy, littered path could lead anywhere interesting.

“Is this your idea of romantic?”

Turns out, it was.

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It was a short walk to the edge of a cliff–paved with concrete and edged with a disintegrating railing. We could hear the waves crushing and singing as they broke on the rocks a hundred feet below.

But then… there was a sunset, mirrored by the smooth waters of the Philippine Sea, bigger than our eyes could take in at a glance. We were surrounded by color.

If you Google “Oka Point Lookout,” you’ll find a few references to it, but few–if any–talk about the steps that lead down the cliff’s edge. One amazingly helpful blogger added details to Google maps–click here for directions. After you walk to the kind-of balcony (watch your step!), take a right and follow the sidewalk into the jungle. You’ll find a narrow, rail-less set of stairs that leads inexorably down. There’s another lookout point halfway down the cliff.

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P.S. For a bit more of an adventure, try hitting Oka Point when there’s a storm out in Philippine waters. Leave your electronics locked in the car and, when you get down there, hold on tight, because anything could happen.

Like this.

Only on Guam

Making a home and living in Guam as a newly-married military wife isn’t always easy. Sometimes things explode at random. Like, a couple of months ago, it was a pan of biscuits. Shards of Pyrex, everywhere. I didn’t even know that was possible.

Last week, garbage disposal. I decided to try to fix what I had decided (after consulting e-How, of course) was a stuck flywheel. I un-stuck the flywheel and congratulated myself on my genius handywoman-ness. Then I flipped the switch and watched in horror as the thing blew chunks of rusted In-Sink-Erator all over the floor.

Candles also explode on occasion. This happens most frequently when the hubster decides to practice his ninja moves while extinguishing a flame.

Episodes like this–and similar Laundry Incidents, which need not be discussed in detail–have strengthened my conviction that, in order to remain sane, I must periodically escape the mostly-welcoming-but-also-explosion-filled loveliness that is my home.

Though I normally avoid shopping malls (they make me irritable), yesterday I drove down to Micronesia Mall in order to people-watch and wander in air-conditioned peace. A large group of women shook their everything in the daily Zumba class that meets on the main floor. Inspired to leave, I walked through a souvenir shop on the way out, and I found President Obama:

20130805_142007 (1)Coming up: a series of posts about places to visit on Guam that offer respite from explosions as well as from failures like the one above.