I do not know what he was thinking, but I'd like to guess that he's hoping they'll have more opportunities than he might have had. I opted for the turn into Tumon Bay at the North end, hoping to catch a glimpse of ocean. At the bottom of a hill I found mountains of concrete blocked me from reaching the waters on the others side. I trundled south past the Hard Rock Cafe and Planet Hollywood, trapped in a canyon of concrete. Not even tangan tangan could be seen.
People travel eighty quad gillion miles to go to a tropical island and hang out in a cement canyon.
The concept that all humans are intelligent is not one the North end of Tumon bay calls to mind. Blocked for a long time from the ocean, I finally found a road to the ocean, Chamoritta Way, which had neither Chamoritta's living on it nor was it the way to go anywhere. I burst out onto the beach right in front of two lovely Palauan women. Stopping at water's edge, I leaned over and splashed the good salt water on my face. On my return joggle a bus spewed diesel upon its passing, leaving me choking and gasping for air.