Thursday, September 4, 2008

Tidbits of Majuro

What we wish we could wear in public, we wear to bed. These items of clothing took up valuable space in our suitcases. They will be worn.


I am thankful to be in Delap where we get a breeze that blows away mosquitoes and relieves us from heat. Within ten minutes of being in Laura, the other side of Majuro, I had a bagillionkatillion bug bites. Yes, that became a real number after my experience.

Cockroaches definitely do fly and geckos are my new best friend as they eat these pesky flying devils.

Baby Gecko
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I have the craziest, quirkiest, funniest, most laughable, entertaining, palest girl on Majuro for a roommate. We make the fun. And sometimes unintentionally match.


























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Fresh coconuts don’t taste as good as “coconut” flavored things. Nor do they smell as nice. And they’re not as easily cracked open in real life as they are in movies.
If not for their use as key hideaways and the closest things to pets I can keep, they’d be an all-around disappointment.

Meet Mushoo and Monessa Chung



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Out of all the guys on Majuro, I am most attracted to Pete, and I don’t think he wants me. Sad day.

Pete
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The sunsets are beautiful here. The sunrises would be just as beautiful if they weren’t at 6:00 am.







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Tape on glasses makes you a nerd in America. In Majuro, this is a very “in” thing to do. Especially when it’s pink duct tape.

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When swimming with flippers minus “booties,” do not hesitate to loosen the too-tight strap around heels. Failure to do so will result in much pain.




















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During our days off, we spend way too much time at the resort using the internet, drinking way too much iced tea, adding way too much Splenda.




Today’s count: six hours, nine glasses, eighteen Splendas. And still counting.


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