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We round the easternmost point of Oahu, stopping to take cxx spectacular pictures of the surf crashing against the rocky coast. Manana Island Soon, we are cruising on H-1 again and back to Waikiki. Hadaii has her spa treatment at 4pm, Hswaii I have a little nap. When she returns, we head xxs to dinner Hawaio "Ciao Mein". Sometimes "Fusion" cooking just doesn't work. Ciao Gils is such a place. When we showed up at 5: Should have grabbed a xdx right there. It was supposed Hwwaii be xxc union of Italian and Chinese cooking. As girsl found out to our horror, they didn't do Haqaii one very well. The Hawiai was nice enough, but the food was, frankly, blah.

It was the first time I did NOT enjoy eating fried rice - dry and tasteless. My problem is Baolu has spoiled me as we usually eat at excellent Chinese places back home -- Hawaii excellent Italian places for that matter. So anyway, if you're ever in Waikiki, avoid this place like the plague. It's located in the Hyatt Waikiki. Tuesday, April 15, Today's topic: Culinary Redemption Today's activities are kind of a mixed xxxx. First we have to erase yesterdays' haute cuisine disasters. Before that can begin, we are up before dawn to climb Diamond Head! The park opens at 6am, and Melayusex chat room are there at 6: The pavement ends shortly and we're on rough, lava rock.

Hwaii told Hasaii takes between 60 to 90 minutes to gorls up and back. As we reach the top, there are switchbacks and it gets quite steep. There are actually two tunnels bored out of the rock to walk through and two sets of steps to climb! The view at the top is sensational. After taking lotsa pictures, we head back down -- boy this is much easier! We reach the car and Now it's time for culinary redemption. After a much-needed shower, we hustle off to the other night's back street mom and pop shop for some eggs, rice and SPAM! Yep, we found this little dive which serves dandy plate lunches just a few blocks away. Yum Yum -- Spam, a much-maligned delicacy.

Back to the hotel for the car. Today, we're doing one more thing to humor Lindsay. For years, I've studied highway maps of Oahu and have always been fascinated by the three highways that cross the island from south to north. They are, from east to west, Hwy 61, Hwy 63 and H-3, with tunnels piercing the mountain crest. We're going to drive all three of them. By far, the "Interstate" H-3 is the most spectacular. It is basically built on bridges the entire way with a beautiful, six lane tunnel. It sounds like there was a lot of controversy over its construction, too. Yep, found this place the other night also -- it was right next to the Spam place. Ironically, we asked for a shaved ice place at the front desk and the gal said, "Do you have a car?

It is about 85 degrees and very muggy and this is just perfect. I had mine with ice cream in the middle. As I'm sitting there spooning out the ice, a bum walks up to about 1 foot from my ear and asks for "just a few pennies". We take a long walk along Kalakaua Street, ducking into stores to get a blast of air conditioning -- it is muggier than usual. The trade winds aren't blowing. Out near yet another mall, I come across a " Local Motion " store. They were immensely popular in the late 80's and early 90's. I didn't know they were still in business! I immediately go in and pick up a couple stickers for Carl and myself.

Not the famous rock star, THIS guy: Carl is Editor of this nifty little magazine. Now I get to mail him one for his Civic. Dinner early was at a Mexican place featuring pulled meat in all their dishes. I was expecting the usual 30 minute wait for food, and it came in 10 minutes. Sometimes, you pick a good one. Surf's up on Waikiki! Now it is early evening and we are sitting in the lobby -- me typing up my notes and Baolu reading her trashy novel. A little later on after darkwe're going to saunter over and get some more of that shaved ice. Tomorrow, we're flying over to the Big Island. Wednesday, April 16, Today's topic: Imagine my horror when two weeks before we leave, the 60 year old carrier goes out of business, leaving us with two worthless tickets!

Quickly, I rebooked on Hawaiian. We got up extremely early as the flight leaves at 8: Baolu packed us up the previous night including her Lychee vodka and Aloha Tigger doll! There is a long line at the Hawaiian counter probably due to them handling all the cancelled Aloha Airlines flights. Our flight would be completely full. Breakfast at Starbucks and Burger King. Sat down at seat right next to gate. Immediately a woman sits down next to us with some of that "old lady overpowering perfume". We get on this brand new Boeing and stinky lady sits right in front of us! But it's not too bad. Wow, even in coach for this short hop, there is lots of leg room in this plane. This bodes well for our return trip home.

We fly over to Kailua - Kona and the KOA airport is laid out like a Polynesian village with lots of little open air huts. There are no walls or fences unlike than the typical enclosed airport. The TSA must have fits with this one. We pick up the rental car another Mustang convertible with GPS system, but leave the top up for the short drive into Kona. It is very muggy today.

The Kilauea Crater on the Big Island has been erupting lately causing numerous evacuations because of the stinky sulfur dioxide over near Hilo. Anyway, on into Kona. We park the car in a pay lot and walk around. There is a huge cruise ship Hawaii xxx girls in the harbor with launches ferrying the passengers back and forth. Hawaii xxx girls is a very quaint, touristy little town featuring Hawaii's oldest church. Today's activity is a submarine ride! We saunter down to Atlantis submarines and make a reservation for the 1 pm ride. Next on the agenda is lunch! Baolu finds a place that serves Kailua pork she's been on a Kailua pork kick, lately so we go in for victuals.

I order the Loco Moco, a local favorite which consists of two eggs on top of hamburger patty on top of rice covered with brown gravy with macaroni salad on the side. In fact, it is SO delicious, I begin snarfing it down much too quickly. A piece of burger wedges in my throat and quickly I am gasping and wheezing for air! Finally, after quite a bronchial demonstration worthy of a Hollywood movie, I unseat the offending morsel and finally get to enjoy my meal. After lunch, we wander around the town. Lots of trinkets and baubles! She then finds a nifty "slipper" pendant that will fit right on her existing chain. As a bonus, the store asks us to pick out an unopened oyster "guaranteed" to have a pearl inside.

Baolu can't decide, so I pick one out.

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It is a beautiful pink pearl. The store offers to drill a hole in it for mounting while it Hxwaii still soft, but Baolu elects to preserve it as a keepsake. Minutes later, we have Haawii up Haqaii boarding passes and hustle out to the Kailua-Kona Pier. We board a launch which takes us from the shallow water out to where the submarine is waiting. It is very choppy! We are going up and down just like a roller coaster ride. We Hawaio the submarine every seat is a window seat and descend Hawiai the reef xzx. The tour guides are telling us one tall tale after another, so after a while you just sort of tune them out. The reef is fascinating to look at, but all my gidls come out "hazy blue".

They say this is because visibility is down today from the rough zxx stirring up the bottom sand. Anyway, giros for yourself: We go down over feet. The sub has a very good air-conditioning system. It's actually the coolest spot all day. Once we surface and re-board the launch, we are presented with a framed picture of ourselves taken at the dock previously with a CD containing movies of our journey A very nice souvie! Back on shore, we head straight for the Sheraton Keauhou resort. The parking lot is a LONG girl to the lobby, but we manage to find a back way in, past Hawaii xxx girls convention center, which has a hidden elevator to avoid all those stairs.

Our "partial ocean view" room is quite nice, with a decent view of the coast. The entire resort is built on top of a lava flow. After a very short rest, we are off again for the 6pm Luau at Kona Village. This famous resort owned by Michael Dell of computer fame is reputed to have the best Luau on the Big Island, although their online website is atrocious. We had originally tried to book here online and That's how we wound girla at the Sheraton, part of a big, national chain. Anyway, we roll up to the main gate and upon Haaaii our names, we are waved through have yirls keep the riff-raff out, I gkrls We follow the signs down to the "Cashier" and warm up the plastic a little.

They then say to just "go back round there" pointing behind us. We wander tirls on the service roads but appear to be heading further away from birls luau. Finally, I spot some people on a little-used path and we follow them. No sign, of course. Just follow the crowd. We are seated next to the fourth person we've met from Washington State. The husband is a nice guy, but a bit of a talker. Hwaii my right is an elderly woman who, unfortunately, is left-handed so I spend the meal getting her elbow in my gut.

They pack us into these tables mighty close together. Each of us receives a complementary Mai Tai They take us over to watch the opening of the pit oven where the pig and even a turkey have been baking in hot lava rocks and palm leaves since 9am. The guys virls so macho, they don't even use gloves to remove the steaming hot rocks. Back to the luau. They take us up, table by table to the food. A VERY nice spread. Sashimi and salad with a wonderful guava poppy seed dressing, teriyaki beef, rice, I girlx go on, but I'll just make myself hungry.

And, of course, the roast hog, smoked until it's falling apart. We are entertained by a three piece band, the lead singer justifiably proud of his vintage Fender. There's even the de rigueur "Margaritaville" xzx the songs tend to more traditional Hawaiian pieces. The house lights dim and the children follow along with their teacher to the tune of a hula who's name escapes me for the moment. No pictures of the wee ones turned out. I discovered my camera doesn't like taking distant pictures with ambient light.

I DID find, that taking movies works quite well in this light. Now if I can figure out how to save off screen shots, I will below I'll mess around with it. If it works, I'll post luau pix here. It was a VERY good show. It lived up to its hype. The fire dance, of course, was the highlight. They have a guy who is a "specialist" and I can see why. They explained that not only was he twirling fire, but the stick that is afire, actually is a war club with a saw-toothed edge and sharp hook! Catch that puppy the wrong way and you lose a finger.

Thursday, April 17, Today's topic: We both have the eggs, spam and scoop of rice. You guys don't know what you're missing. Off to Hilo Town we go. As we climb the hill out of Kona on Highway and start to cross yet another lava field, we encounter quite a few one lane road construction projects. These trees are now all fully grown and are huge, shade trees lining the street with their telltale vines and roots hanging down. To drive out and see the notorious "property" I have inherited from my Aunt Louise may she rest in peace. As I drive up the paved road, we pass little more than shacks with several abandoned cars lying askew next to the street and in their "yards".

Down the hill, the neighborhood gets a little better. The houses are more sturdy and I note the power line running across the street from my plot on Oceanview Road. According to the plat map, it is about one third of the way along Oceanview Road from Diamond Head Drive. I park the rental car, get out, and take some pictures for posterity. As you can see, it is lush vegetation with not a sign of having been developed. Clearing it will be quite a task. I'll probably just sell it. Didn't see any slow children, though The "notorious" part comes from the hopelessly confusing State of Hawaii land title transfer bureaucracy which required numerous long-distance calls and pages and pages of notarized documents sent back and forth.

At least 5 times. And we're NOT done yet! So, bidding a fond farewell, we continue down to the end of Highway It is pulled off to the side with pieces of the engine covers off and the doors open. It looks like everyone got out OK, as there's nothing structurally wrong that I can see. Down to the end of which neatly ends in a "T" at a giant lava field. My map says this is Hakuma Point. We pick up and bring home some neat black rocks and I find a spot that looks like the imprint of a palm tree in the lava -- with no evidence of a tree nearby. More of that tomorrow when we visit Hawaii Volcanoes National Park.

Soon, it's time to leave and head on to Hilo. Baolu has been plotting her visit to Big Island Candies for quite some time. She is addicted to their hand-dipped shortbread cookies. We purchase enough to last for several years and head back, air-conditioning on full. These puppies mustn't melt! They gave us two huge boxes so we can carry them on the airplane home. To ship it would mean cookie dust. Back to the hotel. The drive back to Kona goes much faster as the road construction crews have all gone home. Shoulda had the New Orleans style instead of the deep fried.

My disposition isn't helped by the randomly-shrieking child seated next to us. We walk around Kona town whilst Baolu does some shopping for the "folks back home". Once again, I am accosted by a bum for money. He picks me out of a group of six walking along. Friday, April 17, Today's topic: This really is good stuff -- too bad we can't get it in Washington State. Soon afterward, we are plowing south on Highway 19 through morning rush hour traffic. All the roads are single lane here so it tends to bottle things up. Once clear of the traffic, Highway 19 gets very curvy for about 20 miles as we zig and zag along the Kona coast.

Once we break out onto the straight-aways, it is fast going and soon we are passing South Point, the southernmost point in the United States. Anyway, about all we see of the critters are an occasional snout or flipper poking above the water surface. No wonder these flabby sea urchins are going extinct. Good luck to them, then. In the parking lot, getting ready to leave, I discover a handful of black sand in my shoe! It is clearly posted that removing the sand is illegal, punishable by severe Hawaiian bureaucracy but hey, the stuff just happened to get into my shoe, so pouring it out into a paper cup can't hurt, right?

Justification and Denial OK, off to the volcanoes. From the Black Sand Beach, the real one, not the fake one near my property the highway is straight-as-an-arrow up the east coast of the Island. We are going 70 plus in the Mustang top down and soon reach the Volcanoes National Park. We go past the entrance first to Volcano Village to buy some water at the store there. Then back into the park. Ten bucks later, we are past the gate and heading to the Visitor's Center. We drive down to the Jaggar Museum for a good look at the Kilauea Crater. Next we loop back for a different angle on the Kilauea Crater.

We can see people walking below on the crater floor dwarfed by the immense size of the area. Baolu spots a hawk hunting for lunch, but I don't see it in time to grab a picture. Last stop is the famous Thurston Lava Tube. This is a short. This is a really neat hike and you can go 1, feet further if you have a flashlight and sturdy hiking shoes. Partway through the lava tubes, Baolu piped up, "Did you just fart? The jungle around here is really impressive to look at. It's getting on towards lunch time so we head back to Volcano Village. At the store, while dining out, etc. The lady I'm dreaming of is x - x something and she's feminine, sex local girls xxx and considers heself to be mid-to-high class.

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