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30th Oct 2005
Alooooooooooooooo - ha!
Sunday, 30th October, 2005
It is both surprising and amazing just how much discomfort and indigestion a Caesars salad can cause. And consequently, we didn’t need the 5.10 alarm call – which was just as well as it never came !!
Also the bill we had been promised which would be slipped under our door at 2 am had not materialised and so we went along to the front desk to check out.
“Was everything Ok for your stay?” … so Anne, slightly more awake at this stage of the game and always up for a squabble over culinary matters, says in reply … “Well, not bad. We ate in the restaurant last night … and quite honestly we found it a bit disappointing”.
The quite amazing reply was … “Oh, ha ha, Glad you did! Please sign here” I was on the brink of clarifying whether she was glad we had a disappointing time or what, and stared at the receptionist for fully ten seconds searching for a glimmer of humour or irony … or a hint of confusion, but no and in the end, we had a plane to catch.
Once again, we were specially selected for extra security screening.
Both at Phoenix and at LA; usual stuff, but here they were a lot less formal and you were permitted the odd quip and they even let you smile once in a while without berating you. There was a Brit along the room from me standing having an intimate frisk from some guy brandishing a magic wand at exactly the same time as I was getting the same treatment. Our eyes met and we both nearly lost it … but managed just to acknowledge the situation with a slight shake of the head. Goodness knows what would of happened had our communication been detected. I'd probably be sporting an orange suit (if I was lucky) and being taken down for breakfast aboard a wheelbarrow.
Anne managed to get phone calls out to various people from the airport, but most importantly, speak with the boys who were now safely ensconced back at the Broich.
The Hawaii flight is about five and a bit hours. Good seats. Completely uneventful.
We took the bus down into Honolulu and checked into the Hawaiiana quite an old hotel wedged in between the high rises between Beach Walk and Saratoga St. Anyway, they gave us a good deal and we parked the luggage and set of for a evening stroll on Waikiki Beach.
What a place. Putting one step in front of the other causes you to break sweat. The air is warm and it was some time before wading along the edge of the surf cooled us down sufficient.
Walking parallel to us but just out in the splash zone was a man with ear phones on and a rod down in the water, which I initially took to be an underwater microphone. “Oh look, there’s someone listening to whales” (Disdainful look from the wife) - well it was worth a go ! Anyway, it turned out that he was metal detecting, picking up everyones loose change, ear rings and wedding rings that came off on the beach; high-tec beachcombing.
After wandering around a bit we decided to take up Jim and Ivy’s recommendation and go along to 3660 On The Rise for dinner.
Great choice. I’d already decided that “When in Hawaii ….” I was only going to eat fruit and fish so tackled the menu accordingly.
The Katsu starter (which we shared) was fantastic; possibly one of the best fish dishes I've ever had – even the Mrs said she hadn’t ever tasted anything like it! I had blackened snapper and Anne the Oni (another fish). All fantastic and with a very entertaining waiter to fill in on anecdote, tell us about the food and about Hawaii. Drew was long forgotten.
We took a taxi back to the hotel and fell into bed.
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| 30th Oct 2005 |
| Bored at the airport |
| Nothing esle to do waiting for a flight but saw this Jewish gentleman on his mobile. The silhouette reminds me of the man in the trilby and raincoat who always appears in Lowry's pictures |
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