And This Is Where I Will Be Cheating A Little
The 72 Project: Days Four Through Twelve
In the spirit of those wee little chunks of tropical fruit, here are a few tidbits from my recently ended (more's the pity) Pacific adventure. Roughly corresponding to the actual days on the island, I'm counting each tidbit as a "project day," because I can.
Your Mom wasn't entirely sure she would like Waikiki, having heard it was tourist-packed and very commercial. And while it was both of those things, waking up to this view was surprisingly tolerable.
Hotel lobby: growing pineapples in captivity.
As a desert dweller I'm fairly familiar with particular kinds of fauna: centipedes and scorpions, sure; jellyfish, not so much. Who knew that box jellyfish invade the south shores of Oahu nine days after every full moon? Despite the warning signs dotting the beaches on those days, there were nearly as many swimmers and surfers in the water as on the jelly-free days. The invasions last 2-3 days, and because visitors don't want to lose precious beach time on their all too brief vacations, there are lots of victims. 160 people were treated for stings on the first 'jelly day.' Wise and elderly as she is, Your Mom chose to watch from a safe distance.
One of Waikiki Beach's requisite parrots.
Other birds provide excitement at the many outdoor eateries.
On the other side of the island, life is somewhat less cosmopolitan. (Click photo to enlarge.) We didn't venture inside, so I cannot say if the store lives up to its name. There's a roadside memorial at the lower right hand corner of the photo, one of several I spotted, all at least as elaborate than those here in NM.
Sugar mill ruins on the windward side. Lost fans might recognize the area; Hurley's golf course was filmed nearby.
We hiked the Leptospirosis trail.
One of many inviting north shore beaches. This is the sort of image that will haunt Your Mom for months to come. She's such a sucker for sand without goatheads.
In the spirit of those wee little chunks of tropical fruit, here are a few tidbits from my recently ended (more's the pity) Pacific adventure. Roughly corresponding to the actual days on the island, I'm counting each tidbit as a "project day," because I can.
Your Mom wasn't entirely sure she would like Waikiki, having heard it was tourist-packed and very commercial. And while it was both of those things, waking up to this view was surprisingly tolerable.
Hotel lobby: growing pineapples in captivity.
As a desert dweller I'm fairly familiar with particular kinds of fauna: centipedes and scorpions, sure; jellyfish, not so much. Who knew that box jellyfish invade the south shores of Oahu nine days after every full moon? Despite the warning signs dotting the beaches on those days, there were nearly as many swimmers and surfers in the water as on the jelly-free days. The invasions last 2-3 days, and because visitors don't want to lose precious beach time on their all too brief vacations, there are lots of victims. 160 people were treated for stings on the first 'jelly day.' Wise and elderly as she is, Your Mom chose to watch from a safe distance.
One of Waikiki Beach's requisite parrots.
Other birds provide excitement at the many outdoor eateries.
On the other side of the island, life is somewhat less cosmopolitan. (Click photo to enlarge.) We didn't venture inside, so I cannot say if the store lives up to its name. There's a roadside memorial at the lower right hand corner of the photo, one of several I spotted, all at least as elaborate than those here in NM.
Sugar mill ruins on the windward side. Lost fans might recognize the area; Hurley's golf course was filmed nearby.
We hiked the Leptospirosis trail.
One of many inviting north shore beaches. This is the sort of image that will haunt Your Mom for months to come. She's such a sucker for sand without goatheads.
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