So I figured we had a chance to get some rooms, Yapese style. A bigger concern to me was our rapidly diminishing beer supply, a sentiment shared by a few who were also worried about the melting of the ice in our plastic trash bags. Our chance at any hotel rooms vanished when we saw a group of Japanese tourists slither away toward the darkness, led by some agent of unknown sorts. A bus we hadn't seen sneaked in, grabbed the passengers, and was gone to where we knew where - the last remaining hotel rooms in Colonia, the only rooms in Yap, the only rooms within a thousand miles. That's when an official airline representative came and confirmed, yes indeed, there were no hotel rooms available on the island.
Good news comes in bunches.
A large flatbed truck arrived to transport us to our overnight stay. As we drove past the deserted countryside, we hooted and hollered like it was some kind of hayride without the hay. We pulled up to the Abai, a bare one-room hall with naked light bulbs hanging down, a cement floor and not a single piece of furniture. There was a toilet in the closet. Great for looking in.