Entertainment. . . Here in Pohnpei weekends seem to have a different flavor than back home.
Four weeks ago, I took a hike to the radio towers. No need to drive, the “trail” was at the end of a road about 1.25 miles or so from my place. So I left in the morning on my little adventure. There were views and I took one shot to point out the radio tower (on the right end of the ridge) so you can tell the general direction.
Along the way there were dead transportation, a stair case into the undergrowth, and quiet water scenes. About the time I was wondering how much further, I caught a glimpse of blue through the trees and realized the ridge to was just ahead. From there it was a short jaunt to the end .
That was the clue to the spirits to release a downpour! Luckily, I had brought my trusty umbrella. I scooted up to the tower, looked around, climbed the platform for a quick look-see, and headed back down. Going down was so much quicker!
We got tiny – and I do mean small – cabins or huts on the beach for $10. The entire island is perhaps ¾ of a mile long. There were about 20 people altogether staying overnight – including the proprietors. At night, the waves crashed under the floor and rain hammered the roof – not the quietest rest, but delightful, nonetheless. Sunrise and sunsets from the movies. . .
The following weekend, all the volunteers gathered at our fearless field leader’s place to put together a memorial scrap book for one of our members who died in a tragic accident. We spent a number of hours together scrap booking our pictures and memories for the family of our friend. In many ways, this was a capstone, a resolution, a closure for our experience of shared loss.
We ended our scrap book with an outdoor feast with a taste of Guam. Kate's neighbor is from Guam and he insisted that we have an evening of flavor sensations! Two tables, heavily laden with chicken, fish, sushimi, beef, rice, marinated cucumbers, fruit, AND fresh, thick brownies! Ah, the gorging. . .Reflecting on the types of weekend variations for this month, perhaps there is little difference. . .
