The shirtless, strapping, Pacific Islander man standing roughly 20 feet in front of me was possibly drunk, definitely pissed off, and holding a two foot machete. His unkempt hair, smoldering facial expression and posture alone would have been unnerving enough without the added knowledge that I’d just spent the day…

Although it breaks all the rules of travel writing – I say that like I ever learned them in the first place – I’m going to start this destination report on Saipan on a negative note, so I can get the bad juju out of the way and spend the…