Diary of a Beach Bum


In Japan winter is cold. Snow happens. Body-glove underwear called Heat-Tech sells out. As an Australian, I can’t agree with a cold December. It just doesn’t make any sense.


In Guam, winter doesn’t mean anything. The temperature is a consistent 28 to 32 degrees. Sunlight glints off a glass-plate ocean, except when the occasional, brief rain-squall passes over. Humidity has no respect for personal boundaries.

I love it.

I wish I had brought my cricket set.


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