I decide to head out to a recommended dive shop five miles away. I figure I'll start out walking and catch a taxi when I've walked enough. I quickly found out that I was wrong earlier - it wasn't hot then, now it was hot. After walking about an hour an a half I hadn't even see a taxi and I was over walking in the heat. I found a random dive shop and decided to check it out. They've got dives going tomorrow, and seem professional, so if I don't have to fly Tuesday I'm going to go diving tomorrow. I walked back to the room and relaxed in the air-conditioning again. I was very sleepy, but determined to stay up until night. I called Continental to find out about flights - when I asked what the price was they assumed I was local and I didn't correct them so I booked a flight for Wednesday for more than three hundred dollars cheaper than it was going to cost.

I set out walking again, this time in the other direction. I ended up at a shopping mall and decided to check it out as Guam is known for its shopping - no taxes here. Unfortunately it's very lame. I'm starting to find Guam very depressing. I don't know if it's the slightly ghetto feel, or just the constant reminders that I'm back in the USA, which is a constant reminder that my traveling is almost over. Have a early diner - a giant pizza meal. On the way back to the hotel I stopped in a copy center to use the Internet for a couple hours - it's about ten times more than in Bangkok or Nepal, but more than ten times as fast. Back in my room I tried to work on my journal but was asleep by 6:30.