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Tumon, Guam

My Hotel Kitchen

This is what happens when you move into a resort hotel room and decide to live. Your kitchen becomes a bar-sink and a hot plate.

Would you believe I cook every night? Well not every, but more often than not I cook out of this kitchen. I am not talking about hot pockets and microwavable burritos. No, I am talking about meals. Take a closer look at that bowl. That’s squash with chicken underneath. Its seasoned in soy sauce and left to marinate for 5 mins. or so. After that you grab your fry pan, place it on-top of the bowl, turn it over and leave it on the hot plate at high heat. For how long you ask, until it almost starts to burn; you’ll smell it.

Then stir-fry it and it’s all done.

So what’s in my kitchen?

One small hot plate

One sink

Stupidly huge refrigerator  

A microwave

One set of chopsticks

One spoon

One knife- note the zip-tie holding it together, that's what you get for $2

One plastic cutting board

One Leatherman- for cutting limes for beer

One shot glass

One Martine shaker- usually used as a glass

One Red Robin metal cocktail glass

One bowl

Soap and sponge

Tumon, Guam

No Need For A Coat

Light-rainy-flurries. An eighty degree winter storm.

Winter in the tropics.

Foam-green-blue. A tropical ocean winter storm.

Winter in the tropics. 

An Extra Hour of Light

Around and About Guam

Red Red Room

No filter and on a rather sub-par mobile phone camera, but a fun batch none the less. 

Tumon, Guam 

Knee deep green in January

Down the service trail I rode. 

The younger me would have tried to storm through the stream bed. The older me saw the slight indentation and stopped. Yep, a muddy mess. Thankful I'm not stuck yet again. 

From where I took this picture, a banana spider wove her web between two trees. 

While she was small, her web was of storybook proportions. It made me wonder. In those early European forests, how large were the spiderwebs? How large were the spiders? 

Nimitz Hill, Guam