Hashers and Cave Dwellers

My first Sabbath in Guam proved to be quite interesting. After a wonderful service potluck and a twenty minute nap, Silvia, Tina, John, Monica, Louis, Gabe, and I went for a hike. The name of the trail we went on was called … As we were walking we went through the many phases of a jungle and such. Phase one was a lot of shrubbery or itchy grass phase two was down hill and mossy phase three rocky terrain lots of dead trees and  phase five rock climbing down the rest of the mountain side.  Now it took us a good minute to make it down this hill or mountain side whatever you want to call it and I was hoping our final destination was worth this effort.

Our final destination was a cave with fresh water pools inside of it that we were going to go swimming in. We started down our decent in the cave and I had a tiny slip up and stub my knee and then scrapped my arm against the side of wall. It wasn’t much father down when we got to the pool.  We slowly got in the water because since the sun never warms the water it was Ice Cold. But all of us kids (im still a kid) climbed in and explored the cave. The water got deep enough to cover our whole body standing.  We had flash lights and we swam around because soon our body acclimated to temperature of the water. Of course I soon suggested that we turn off all the lights and play Marco polo. That was interesting cause no one could see and all the polo’s kept quiet so we ended up randomly flashing the lights on and off so Marco could get a small idea of where people where. We stubbed our toes on underwater rocks was able to walk right by people without them knowing and we were scared cause we had no idea what was in front of our faces. When we finally reemerged from the cave we took a short water and apple break while the mosquitoes took a break on me. As I’m writing this I can count at least 17 mosquito bumps on me.

We were about to head back when Monica told me there was more to the tail and we were going to see the coast line we just had to climb this small little incline and go through the trees. I don’t know how this happened but Silvia John Gabe and I got lost mid transaction and could not find our way to this alleged coast line.  We were walking around trying to find the others and or the coast line for about 30 minutes with no luck.  All the while there were about a hundred hashers running up and down through the forest. I asked them what are they doing they replied, “Were a drinking club, with a running problem.” What they do is follow some trail of flour to get to a final destination and when they do they drink to their hearts content. This trail had them jumping up and down looking for the next flour spot and they get lost find their way it’s pretty intense. I was shocked to see one man who looked to be 60 years old bringing up the rare. So here I am lost in jungle like surroundings with all these runners who think it’s funny to lead us the wrong way too getting eaten alive and then I think. Let’s just walk up the mountain and wait at the car. And that’s what we do but right as we get to the start of the mountain we bump into our lost comrades Tina Monica and Louis. Which is great we walk up and that in itself almost kills me make it to our truck ride home bathe and get ready for outback steakhouse. Cause for those of you who don’t know “I’m in steak eating club with a running problem”