Wakana and I went to get the pickup. It needed work.. AGAIN! I am trying to get it into prime condition so I can sell it. This time it needed the switch for the power mirrors and a seat belt system replaced because the air bag light keeps coming on. Sigh. I have a little bit of cosmetic work to do also and then I hope it will fetch top dollar.

On the way home we stopped at the Chamorro Village for dinner. For those who do not know, or remember, Chamorro Village is a tourist trap with little shops selling many different handicrafts, sarongs and shell belts, baskets and little representations of latte stones, wood carvings, grass skirts and coconut cup bras, and many other items. It is a great place to shop for Christmas and birthdays. On Wednesday evenings there is a bazaar with even more booths open and several food vendors cooking barbeque and frying delicious things. You can get BBQ beef, chicken, pork, and fish. There are many kinds of kelaguen, pickled papaya, and other island foods. Gordon sells his jewelry there. There is music and the traditional dance groups perform their hulas.

We wandered around in the crowd, met Ward and the Japanese exchange student staying with him and his wife, talked to Gordon and his wife, discussed catering options with the manager of the Jamaica Grill, bought some BBQ and water and sat on a low wall to eat it, and then headed home in our two vehicles. (Remember we had gone out to collect the pickup.)

On the way home I pulled in to the parking lot at Asan Park. We sat on the tonneau cover and watched the stars for a while. The night sky was very clear. Orion sits right overhead on thes spring nights. The Pole Star sits very near the horizon. They say you can see the Pole Star and the Southern Cross at the same time if the conditions are right and you are in the right place. I haven't managed to see the Southern Cross yet but I hope to see it soon. The problem is that there is usually a series of clouds on the horizon all around the island. Strange but true.

When we got home we found that our backs were filthy black from the tonneau cover. There is always a yin to the yang.