Koror, Palau Islands Group
Mike Stokey thought about having a quick beer in what a rusty sign said was the Red Rooster Café, but he was running late. He fought off the temptation and consulted the sketch-map directing him through a maze of ramshackle buildings that seemed to have been scattered at random across a dusty neighborhood near Koror’s waterfront. He’d spent a long and frustrating morning in Ngerulmud being passed from one official to another, listening to mind-numbing pitches about mineral mining opportunities and quietly spreading cash around among mid-level bureaucrats.
He didn’t get much for his efforts except a strong hunch that the glad-handing, overblown Minister of Cultural, Agricultural and Scientific Affairs was bullshitting from the moment he opened his fat mouth. In
