seven monoliths stand there, a double row of stone pillars weighing up to five tons oriented north and south and notched to take floor joists. With sweeping views along the coast make the site a great lookout. Carved stone faces, their basalt features almost totally obliterated, mark the perimeter. The history of the stones has been lost, but pottery shards reveal them to have been placed there by the 1^st century B.C, if not before.
Stone heads, called Klidm, are hidden all over Babeldoab, but a goodly number were defaced when the Japanese tried to introduced the Shinto religion. Some Klidm are reminiscent of Easter Island carvings, others remind us of those found on Vao, in Vanuatu.
Polynesians were great seamen and navigators who linked the far-flung oceanic societies that thrived while Europeans were still snared in the dark ages. Across the breadth of the Pacific, north and south, are the remains of platforms and monolithic carved stonework that attest to the presence of vigorous and well-organized stone working cultures.
We planned to sail eastward across Micronesia, but first our 400-gallon water tanks needed to be filled. But with the country suffering a severe drought the townsfolk of Koror were themselves on tight rations. We hoped that we woud not have to purchase desalinated water from one of the hotels for 25 cents a quart! John McGreedy who ran the charter yacht Eclipse suggested we use his berth while he was out on charter and pick up city water.
"The water is turned on for about an hour in the morning and an hour at night," he informed us.
Gratefully we took up his offer, settling Sea Quest into the dock.


Though for two days our eyes were glued to the hosepipe only occasionally would the lines issue a hopeful blurp. Some desperate person had no doubt broken into the water supply higher up, siphoning off what little there was. With John due back the next day if we did not fill up today we would be forced to buy it with gold from the hotel.
I happened to look up. A very dark cloud loomed to the east. Rain! Could it really be?
"Michael, rain is coming!" I shouted excitedly.  Emerging from below he stared at the cloud, then leapt into action.
"Let's get the hoses rigged for the awning fast!"
We had our rain collection gear rigged by the time the first drops fell. Soon gurgling water began trickling cheerily into the tanks. The downpour intensified so that a jet of clean water gushed from the hotel overflow pipe. Quickly we hauled out our laundry and a tub. Laughing, we set to work washing bedding, towels and clothes. I kept glancing at the sky, but the downpour held steady.  Down and down it came while like happy children, our wet clothes plastered to our bodies, we sloshed across the muddy lawn with armloads of clean laundry. When Sea Quest's tanks were ready to burst and the laundry done, the rain abruptly stopped.
  The time had come to head back to sea.