

A place to share what's going on in my life - from travels to travails, and everything in between.







This bush is in front of the building I work in, and I've wondered ever since I started working here if we have a disgruntled gardener!
We had a quick breakfast of tropical fruit and whipped cream (decadent!) at Morning Galaxy, then caught the first bus to Hanauma Bay. We were actually early enough on the route to get two of the last available seats. Everyone getting on at future stops had to stand. There was a line at the Bay, but not too bad. Maybe 20 minutes.
Today was Polynesian Cultural Center day. Our bus pick-up was at 10:20, so we had time for a bit of shopping beforehand. I picked up a cute outfit I'd been eyeing at the International Marketplace. We were going to go to the Internet cafe to check our e-mail, but its hours turned out to be 10am-10pm, so that would just have been cutting it too close.
Our tour guide's nickname was "twelve" -- same as our bus number. He was Samoan, and was quite funny -- very entertaining.
After one of Twelve's corny jokes, we started calling ourselves the blondes from California.
Our flight was an hour late, but otherwise uneventful. We only landed 30 minutes late; I wonder how they made up so much time? We flew on a 767 (Continental). Very cool -- we each had our own TV monitor and remote control for movies, TV and video games. 