I could smell Freedom the second I stepped off the plane.
Seriously, Guam, what the hell? Between stepping off of one plane and getting on the other I had to show my passport 5 times. 5 times! Is that really necessary? Jeff expresses his frustrations much better than me on his blog. Check it out. He considers it his best work.
Who buys porn at the airport? Why does the book store here have an entire rack dedicated to naked women? Do people purchase a magazine and then read it sitting in coach?
Big thanks to Captain Carl who let me borrow his Canon S3. I promise to take plenty of photographs.
Speaking of photographs, I had to purchase a battery charger at the Guam airport. If you remember, my old charger blew up in a Thai hotel room and I had to buy a new one there. That one doesn't work on our electrical system.
Bummer...and this had to happen literally 12 hours before my Mom told me she was sending me a new one.
Thanks, Mom. Now I'll have two.
Even with all this Liberty, I'm able to hack into the Continental President's Club wireless Internet.