As I have mentioned in my previous post, the last part of my Guam chronicles deserve an entry of its own.
On what I thought to be our last day, in which I was hoping to finally have a swim on the beach, this was what greeted me when I opened the door to the veranda.
Let the storm rage on
I can only long for a swim
So there was no question that I would be going out to the sea with waves that high from a distance. Although I have also noticed that a couple of Japanese tourists were brave enough to tackle the wind and water (AND THE WAVES). Some of them were even swimming in the pool. You gotta love how this cold temperature was just peanuts for them, compared to the winter they experience year in and out.
Monday to Friday was an eventful week. I braced myself and prayed so hard not to, well, f**k up because I had been briefed how stressful this regional meeting could be. The moment the delegates started arriving at Guam, chaos followed.
I always eat a FULL MEAL with lots of meat and carbs to ready myself of the ensuing onslaught. I usually have two trips to the buffet table to protein and carbo-load, then followed by fruits to keep me full.
The view from La Mirenda
The paradox of working at an organization making a pronouncement of how bacon is carcinogenic and finding a pile of it on my plate
(Note: I normally post things per day concerning a trip, but thought that it would be too long to post for 10 days. I just divided this Guam trip to three thematic parts as it made more sense.)
The last time I was out of the country, it was during our winter trip to South Korea in late 2012. As you very much know, I got sick and had to make a lot of adjustments — and traveling overseas for a vacation took a back seat.
But fortunately, part of the reason why I was excited to join this organization was the prospect of going to Guam for the regional meeting. When the post was first offered to me, I was immediately informed that this year’s meeting will take place in Guam. Come to think of it, regardless if it were to be held in Manila like almost every year, I would still say yes. It might be work but I still consider the opportunity to travel as a perk.
NAIA Terminal 1
Contrary to what usually happens when we have to go to the airport, the travel going to NAIA was a breeze because I was picked up near the apartment. All I did was wait with Mon for the shuttle to arrive, cramp my bags at the storage and sit.
It was my first time to travel overseas without Mon and it was honestly unnerving. I was excited and nervous at the same time. I had a separation anxiety as well, but as they say, there is always a first time for everything.
Our flight leaves at a very untimely hour and we were to land in Guam before the dawn. Four hours flew by because I almost slept during the whole trip and I woke up with the fidgeting sound of people itching to disembark the plane. Here we are, finally, and Hafa Adai!
Hafa Adai! Welcome to Guam