Fiesta Time In Guam‏

To get to and from Chuuk, you have to fly via the island state of Guam. On both occasions we had several hours transit between flights, so were tempted to do some sightseeing. Tempted until we discovered the attractions of the beach-front Fiesta Resort.

We'd first booked into the hotel to get some sleep after our middle-of-the-night flight from Yap. It started well. We were both able to settle into a few hours post-Yap nap, before ambling down to the restaurant for Sunday Brunch. There, the plan was to review the Guam tourist leaflets and decide where to go. But that's where it all went wrong. The buffet was fabulous, and included tiger prawns, king crab and a whole roast pig. And we're talking pig not piglet. It was huge and reminded Keith of the 'Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy' episode in Milliways restaurant, when the heroes get introduced to the "dish of the day"; a talking pig-like creature that had been bred to want to be eaten. It also reminded Jan why she was still not eating pork !

But it wasn't only the food that pinned us to our seats for the next few hours. It was the bottles of free bubbly that were replaced as quickly as we emptied them. After several glasses, the pretty waterfall and lovers leap (Guam's top two attractions) somehow lost their appeal.

Four days later we returned on a lunchtime flight and headed straight for the Fiesta and its outdoor bar. Tempted by five hours in a bar by the sea, rather than the boring airport lounge, Ken had decided to join us, and quickly got into the swing of things, ordering round after round of beers. While the afternoon slipped away, we watched as another sumptuous buffet was being laid out on the tables beside us, this time for a private event. Spotting some champagne cocktails being poured for the arriving guests, Ken sweet-talked the barmaid into letting us have three. Armed with our drinks, we attempted to mingle. The shorts and t-shirts would have given us away, but the fact that all the guests were Japanese did rather rule out our chances of gate-crashing the buffet. However, they didn't seem to mind us watching the Pacific island dance show that had been put on especially for them. The guys were captivated by the snake-hipped, grass-skirted hula girls, although Keith was a bit disappointed they were wearing coconut shell bikini tops and weren't doing the Yap thing.

Time moved on with no sign of the guys wanting to leave. In the end Jan had to drag the drooling pair away and pour them into a taxi. Left to their own devices, they would have spent all evening at the Fiesta, and missed their flight to Manila.

Keith did the filming after a few beers so no guarantee of quality!