YAP, MICRONESIA
Grass skirts, stone money and western influence
After a rough landing, the airplane door opens and we begin our descent down the stairs in the total darkness of the tropical night. I take a deep breath of the warm, humid air, infused with the mixture of flowers, damp earth and sweat. After immigration, two bare-chested girls in hula skirts hang beautiful leis around our necks. With only two flights arriving per week, each landing is a spectator event.
Over the next several days, we explore this island oasis and the ocean surrounding it. Yap has a lush green interior dominated by palm and betel nut trees, and the coast is lined with mangroves. A protective reef surrounds the island and is home to an incredible variety and quantity…
