First off, I will apologize that I’m not going to post any pictures of my kids here. I know that most daddy bloggers and mommy bloggers have a different perspective on things, but I don’t have pics of my kids online because it’s important to me that I put in all possible effort to protect their privacy. That’s also why I don’t refer to them by name but rather by using the admittedly Victorian convention of first initial + dash, as in D-.
Anyway, that doesn’t change that we had a great time in Hawaii last month and are ready to go back (particularly since tonight we’re supposed to see 3-5″ of snow tonight here in Colorado). So let’s jump in. What I’m going to do here is show a picture then have a commentary about it immediately following. The pics are big, enjoy!
We complain when gas breaks $3/gallon, but apparently the Hawaiians are cool even as it just about breaks the $4/gallon mark. Maybe it’s because there are so many Japanese tourists on the Islands who are probably used to paying quite a bit more for their petrol back in Japan?
Some things just aren’t meant to be put together. Ice cream and hot fudge, yes. Baseball and peanuts, yes. Waffles and maple syrup, definite yes. But Budweiser beer and clam juice? OH MY GOD! There’s no way in heck I’d be tasting this one, it’s a double abomination and I defy anyone to tell me that they drink this and think it’s good. Eeewwwww…
This isn’t quite as cute a marker as I’d like to think: this sign is found along the Queen Kaahumanu Highway on the Kona (west) side of the Big Island of Hawaii, a few miles north of Kailua-Kona, in the middle of lava fields. Seems that years ago wild donkeys would roam the area but that they were eventually considered a dangerous nuisance on this busy highway and the gov’t eventually rounded them all up and they’re now living up in the Waikoloa Village area, about six miles off the main highway. Heck, we even have a cute kid’s book about “Kekelani, the singing donkey”!
If you’re a mainlander (aka haoli) then you look at this picture and see a “sea turtle”, but in the Hawaiian culture, you’re looking at a honu, and they are considered quite the sacred creatures. Graceful, gentle, and with long lifespans, they have the wisdom of years and the peaceful behavior of the calmest sea life. It is in fact illegal to mess with Honu when you’re in Hawaii and I expect that one of the fastest ways to get into a rumble with locals would be to pester one of these if you’re lucky enough to see it on the beach or swimming in the ocean.
This was a little bit touristy and kitsch, but I love the Hawaiian restroom signs I found at this one hotel area. If it weren’t for those handy icons, people unfamiliar with Hawaii could easily end up in the wrong room and that’d be rather a surprise, I expect!
Is there any flower that’s more beautiful and powerfully fragrant than the Hawaiian plumeria? If so, I’ve never seen it. I love these big, showy blossoms and the funky, spindly trees. This amazing blossom was actually on a tree just by a dumpster, of all things, but who cares: the fragrance of these flowers more than overpowered any less pleasant smells that might have arose.