My 19 year old brother Lewis took me to the airport. On the way there, we talked philosophy, psychology theories, and the question of free will.
Yeah, that’s my young adult brother talking about that. It fascinates him. Me too. That’s one big thing we have in common and could probably talk for hours about it.
Anyway back to me. So normal airplane stuff, TSA was mostly a breeze, except one officer who by even just looking at him, I could tell he had that air of ‘police authority.’ I took out my cell phone, toiletries and shoes.
I forgot I had my laptop in the back of my backpack and he got so upset. Insert eye roll. He opened my backpack and was unraveling my cloths when I told him the laptop is not inside, but on the outside. And I said, “Here, I can show you which pocket.” And he authoritatively with this big man ego voice said, “No. Just tell me where.” So I described the pocket, even though I was standing right in front of him.
So he pulls it out, then runs it and my backpack through the scanner again.
Sheesh. Yes, Mr Big Man, your job is soooo important.
Ok so then finally it’s time to board, I get settled in and I switch seats a couple of times so two young boys can sit with their dad. I end up sitting with this couple who during the 6 hour flight were doing a mix of cuddling and kissing each other’s hand to bickering about “you never believe me, I actually have to show you.” I say this because when couples fight in front of me, it makes me very very extremely absolutely uncomfortable and squeamish. Insert flashback of childhood. LOL
Anyhoo, one of the AA flight attendants was rude. His name is Isaak. Yes, I’m calling you out, man! Not going to go in to the deets, cos you know what, it ain’t even worth it.
6 hours flew by on Netflix and YouTube. Okurrt.
As the plane was landing, the lush green landscapes and the green and blue water was absolutely breathtaking and gorgeous. There is no picture or video that will ever be the same until you actually See it and Experience it yourself. Ever.
Took a shuttle to the car rental place, checked in my hotel, and drove 25 minutes to Poipu Beach. Got in the water. Saw what looked like some kid’s poop. Got out of the water. Walked along the shore. Took pictures.
I really wanted to get back in the water and continue playing with the waves, but the poop. THE POOP. DOES SALT SANITIZE?
Like I said I would have continue playing in the waves, which I might add are fucking scary and dangerous and unpredictable and strong, yes even at the shore. There was a point where I was wading at my hips and I took I step and all of a sudden the water was to my neck. There was like this dip in to the ocean. Scary, man. So I swam back until the water was at my hips.
I’m a pretty good swimmer but I was also alone so ain’t no one gonna save my drowning ass.
After about an hour or so, I headed back to my hotel and watched some TV. It was about 11PM Houston Time and 6PM Hawaii time. I was so sleepy but I stayed up until 9:30PM 2AM Houston Time (thanks to Instagram and #inmyfeelingschallenge) in order to get adjusted to the Hawaiian time.
But not before driving thru a Mc Donald’s cos I got hungry, ok?! Don’t judge me. I had a Ahi Tuna Poke when I was at Poipu Beach… and Koloa (local) Rum so I did my Hawaiin cuisine duty. Plus, it was late and most (good) restaurants were closed by 7p. ANYWAY I DON’T HAVE TO EXPLAIN MYSELF. Plus, I’m a on a budget and I can’t be spending $14-$17 on an entree errytime. Okurrt.
Well enough about that. Right now, I’m typing this out in the hotel and about to head to WalMart for some snacks and water.
Today’s agenda is a drive to Wailua Falls, hiking, then to Kapaa beach town, then the long (not really) drive to Princeville so I can take a bath like a Queen.