Why am I wearing a hat in a lot of the pictures? Remember that giant pimple? Yeah. That's why. And I just wasn't feeling my bangs.
Our hotel, well, the reflection of our hotel. If you look hard enough, you can see me, second balcony up from the bottom on the left-hand side in the reflection.
Our balcony overlooked a marketplace. Martin used the provided earplugs to sleep at night.
I thought it was pretty neat how they had both the The Teachings of Buddha and The Holy Bible in the dresser drawer.
On our first night there we went to a club near our hotel and had a drink...
...or twenty.
We decided a rental car would be pretty beneficial so the next morning, Martin and I caught a bus to pick up the rental. This ad made me laugh.
They all went in the water, but I was a wuss. Water needs to be bath temperature for me to get in there.
One of two turtles on the beach.
They started skipping rocks, and Michele, Martin's sister was pretty excited when she was finally able to do it.
The sunset going back was gorgeous. Don't know why my dumb-ass used my phone instead of my camera for this pic.
On Saturday we went to Pearl Harbor.
Then we went to Waimea Falls. There were actually peacocks hanging out there. I think this one was named Fred.
Shortly before, upon our encouraging, Anthony tried climbing on one of the hanging "vine" thingies and falling flat on his back when it snapped. Man, where is the video we shot of that?
I was actually expecting a huge waterfall. But then, I guess, it would be hard to swim around if it were gigantic. Before I got in, one of the lifeguards told me that it was 30 feet deep, so my no-swimming ass immediately grabbed a life vest before going in.
On Sunday, we hiked up Diamond Head. There were a ton of tiny little gnats at the top! Ick! View from the top:
Anthony and Michele.
Rest break back at the bottom:
Later that evening we went to a luau. The previous day Michele and Anthony got invited to some vacation/time-share presentation, which if they sat through they would get luau tickets for super cheap. Thanks, guys!
Waiting for the bus to pick us up.
For some reason, I thought it was going to be held on a paved area so I wore my cute 4" wedge sandals. Yeah. It was on sand and everyone named Martin laughed at me when I twisted my ankle walking. No one told me this prior, but I got a ton of mosquito bites! I was pretty disappointed with the food. (Poi is not tasty!) And I expected more than one fire-dance guy. But it did have an amazing sunset.
On Monday we went snorkeling at Hanauma Bay. We dropped Michele and Anthony off at the airport earlier, so Martin made me snorkel with him. And yes, I felt like a complete fool being the only person there wearing a bright yellow life vest. But this actually turned out to be my favorite part of the trip.
Most of the pics there were taken with our other camera, and I don't know where Martin uploaded the pictures, and I'm too lazy to look for them. But I did get this one picture after a brief stop after driving there and seeing the parking lot was full. We drove back a few minutes later, and surprise, surpise, it was no longer full.
On Tuesday, our last day, we drove up to Kuoloa Ranch. There were some tiny shacks houses on the way there and Zillow showed that some of them were worth around $800,000!
We had some time to kill before our movie tour started so we went down to the beach. That's Chinaman's Hat in the background. That's Martin walking toward a sewer pipe(?) before realizing it was a sewer pipe in the foreground. (Thank God my water-hating blind ass didn't go in, because I thought it was a rock.)
It was just so pretty out there! My pictures do not do it justice.
Our movie tour included the log from Jurassic Park where they ducked behind during the stampede.
And of course my nerd Lost fan self had to get a pic of this. It was the location of the scene were Hurley drives the Darma van.
I really miss Hawaii. It was in the 80's the whole time we were there. In the middle of winter! And it wasn't a gross hot 80's. It was nice and cool and just perfect. I'm trying to convince Martin we should move there.
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