It was like pulling teeth to leave this amazing place. Now it is just a dream – a dream of sadness at being back yet a dream still tinged with those amazing turquoise waters – that are in front of me whenever I close my eyes. I cannot sleep. I stay awake and write about Palau and this remarkable trip.
I gorged myself silly on sashimi the last few days – both from fish that I caught and that my home-stay hosts caught. Peleliu Island has experienced so much pain. I spent a full day there and toured the limestone caves still littered with WWII relics including intact sake bottles, canteens, helmets, etc. Ever gone fruit bat hunting at night? Do it when you visit Palau! Or perhaps at least try the fruit bat soup – broth which contains the full furry bat.
And I can’t wait to back to one of those 2 small private resorts in the middle of friking nowhere on the furthest north part of the country.
Now when I meet travelers anywhere in the world who tell me they are from California, I’m tired of asking them which part of the state they are from – now I rephrase my question —- “which part of Los Angeles are you from?” I scored the first time I asked this question 2 days ago to movie director from the San Fernando Valley!