Holy cheese and crackers I'm in Hawaii. I'm not just in Hawaii, I'm in Oahu, in a big, pink hotel. What's so special about the Royal Hawaiian? Well, for starters, my parents got married here. So I'm in Hawaii, on Oahu, staying in the same hotel my parents got married in.
Did you know 75% of Hawaii's population lives here in Honolulu? Oh yea... so you know what that means about the highway here....it's like New York but with nicer people. So what do you do? You get out of Honolulu and go anywhere else. The island is small enough that you can easily drive around the whole thing in a day. If you are like me and stop every 5 minutes because you need to take picture of a stretch of beach you swear looks different from the stretch of beach 20 feet behind you, it make take you 2 days. 2 days gives you time to stop, eat, hike, get lost and ask locals where best food is.
And no, you are not seeing this when you are standing at the edge of a lookout thinking you just say spray go up into the air, there are whales there. In fact, I saw whales every single day from the highway.
Also, it turns out dressing like my normal hooligan self makes me look like a local here. I'm taking it as a sign I should move immediately. And since it was my birthday I felt a dole whip was appropriate.