Truk Lagoon Dive Shop
Mon Oct 29, 2007 12:06 am
Mon Oct 29, 2007 12:25 am
Truk Stop is the best dive shop. The governor’s wife owns the Blue Lagoon Resort. I lived right next to it. The amount of corruption that came from The Governors office when I lived out there was staggering. I can go into detail if people want.
Like I said, dive Truk Stop.
The place is creepy though. Ghosts are a part of the local superstition. I didn’t think much of it till one came to my bed in the middle of the night. Scared the S#!t out of me.
Like I said, dive Truk Stop.
The place is creepy though. Ghosts are a part of the local superstition. I didn’t think much of it till one came to my bed in the middle of the night. Scared the S#!t out of me.
Mon Oct 29, 2007 12:28 am
Oh I think the picture is of the Betty. On my dive to that wreck I went with Blue Lagoon. The guide spent almost the entire dive carving his name into the wing. 
Mon Oct 29, 2007 9:31 am
Ok Curtis, let's hear some more. 
Mon Oct 29, 2007 11:26 am
What do you want to hear more about?
Coruption?
Ghost stories?
Or WWII sites?
Link to the Truk Stop Hotel.
http://www.trukstop.com/
Links to other Truk posts I've put up here.
http://warbirdinformationexchange.org/phpBB2/viewtopic.php?t=15196&highlight=a5m4
http://warbirdinformationexchange.org/phpBB2/viewtopic.php?t=14776&postdays=0&postorder=asc&start=30
Coruption?
Ghost stories?
Or WWII sites?
Link to the Truk Stop Hotel.
http://www.trukstop.com/
Links to other Truk posts I've put up here.
http://warbirdinformationexchange.org/phpBB2/viewtopic.php?t=15196&highlight=a5m4
http://warbirdinformationexchange.org/phpBB2/viewtopic.php?t=14776&postdays=0&postorder=asc&start=30
Mon Oct 29, 2007 11:37 am
ghost stories and WWII sites.
Mon Oct 29, 2007 6:26 pm
How about some corruption stories?
Maybe a few bucks in the right hands could spring a few of the wrecks? LOL!
Maybe a few bucks in the right hands could spring a few of the wrecks? LOL!
Mon Oct 29, 2007 6:54 pm
It has before. 
I'm at work but I'll try to get somthing posted tonight.
I'm at work but I'll try to get somthing posted tonight.
Tue Oct 30, 2007 2:30 am
Ok, I guess it’s time for a ghost story. Gather round girls and boys.
Like I wrote earlier, ghosts are an acknowledged part of Chuukese culture. Unfortunately, out there, being attacked by one is known to make you crazy, incredibly ill, or even kill you. Almost from day one I was warned about the ghosts.
I came home one night ready for bed. The power was out again, as result of the governor trying to dodge a huge debt to Texaco by privatizing the power company. The result was the power company couldn’t afford to pay off Texaco, and in turn Texaco stopped delivering fuel for the power station. The governor in turn took the generator from the radio station for personal use as to not be inconvenienced (just one example of the corruption). I had my flashlight though, as lack of electricity had become more common than actually having it.
I pulled back the covers ready to rest my head, but the sight that greeted me was unlike anything I had ever encountered. My mattress was a huge crawling mess of ants. There were millions of them. The single bead was a black and moving mass.
Needless to say, I was not stoked.
Fortunately the bed that one of the owners’ nephews had been using in the other room was still made. I decided that would work just fine. I could deal with the ants in the morning. Pulling back the sheets I made a thorough scan for any sign of the nasty black critters that had claimed my bed as their own. Finding none I soon was in bed and off to sleep. This would be the first, (and little did I know) last time I would sleep in that room.
I don’t know what time it was. I awoke suddenly, wide awake and terrified. My heart was racing. I was literally petrified with fear. I had not yet opened my eyes. I didn’t want to. Finally, I convinced myself to open them. Immediately my eyes locked onto a space at the foot of the bed near the door. It is hard to describe. Kind of like the reflection of light off something shiny onto something else. Not something chrome or mirror shiny, more defused, like off shiny paint. It was not cast onto any object, only the air. There was no discernable form, no obvious movement. Only a fear I have seldom felt before and the deep-rooted knowledge that what I was looking at was causing it.
I’m by no means a religious man. The logical part of my brain was still telling me it was nothing. I tell my friends, I’m an atheist until things go really bad.
Oh, I prayed. Big time.
Not out loud, but inside.
I still couldn’t move.
Finally, I closed my eyes, still uttering my silent prayer until slowly the fear subsided.
Eventually when opened my eyes again there was nothing but the dark.
The next morning, I told my friends in the village what had happened. They were not surprised. They told me how a niece of the woman who owned the house had once been staying in that room. One night, she was attacked by a ghost there. She fell very ill and died a few days after.
I never slept in that room again.
Sorry, no warbirds.
Happy Halloween.
I also never wrote about it before.
Like I wrote earlier, ghosts are an acknowledged part of Chuukese culture. Unfortunately, out there, being attacked by one is known to make you crazy, incredibly ill, or even kill you. Almost from day one I was warned about the ghosts.
I came home one night ready for bed. The power was out again, as result of the governor trying to dodge a huge debt to Texaco by privatizing the power company. The result was the power company couldn’t afford to pay off Texaco, and in turn Texaco stopped delivering fuel for the power station. The governor in turn took the generator from the radio station for personal use as to not be inconvenienced (just one example of the corruption). I had my flashlight though, as lack of electricity had become more common than actually having it.
I pulled back the covers ready to rest my head, but the sight that greeted me was unlike anything I had ever encountered. My mattress was a huge crawling mess of ants. There were millions of them. The single bead was a black and moving mass.
Needless to say, I was not stoked.
Fortunately the bed that one of the owners’ nephews had been using in the other room was still made. I decided that would work just fine. I could deal with the ants in the morning. Pulling back the sheets I made a thorough scan for any sign of the nasty black critters that had claimed my bed as their own. Finding none I soon was in bed and off to sleep. This would be the first, (and little did I know) last time I would sleep in that room.
I don’t know what time it was. I awoke suddenly, wide awake and terrified. My heart was racing. I was literally petrified with fear. I had not yet opened my eyes. I didn’t want to. Finally, I convinced myself to open them. Immediately my eyes locked onto a space at the foot of the bed near the door. It is hard to describe. Kind of like the reflection of light off something shiny onto something else. Not something chrome or mirror shiny, more defused, like off shiny paint. It was not cast onto any object, only the air. There was no discernable form, no obvious movement. Only a fear I have seldom felt before and the deep-rooted knowledge that what I was looking at was causing it.
I’m by no means a religious man. The logical part of my brain was still telling me it was nothing. I tell my friends, I’m an atheist until things go really bad.
Oh, I prayed. Big time.
Not out loud, but inside.
I still couldn’t move.
Finally, I closed my eyes, still uttering my silent prayer until slowly the fear subsided.
Eventually when opened my eyes again there was nothing but the dark.
The next morning, I told my friends in the village what had happened. They were not surprised. They told me how a niece of the woman who owned the house had once been staying in that room. One night, she was attacked by a ghost there. She fell very ill and died a few days after.
I never slept in that room again.
Sorry, no warbirds.
Happy Halloween.
I also never wrote about it before.
Tue Oct 30, 2007 7:20 am
Curtis Block wrote: On my dive to that wreck I went with Blue Lagoon. The guide spent almost the entire dive carving his name into the wing.
What a F***wit
Tue Oct 30, 2007 9:56 am
Wow, that's scary!
Tue Oct 30, 2007 12:08 pm
There was a good Truk Lagoon documentary on Discovery a few weeks ago.
John
John
Tue Oct 30, 2007 12:15 pm
Was that the one where they went all over Micronesia finding fish?