Both Linus and I had been to Hawaii when we were young, but neither of us had more than fuzzy memories and, in my case, a coconut bra somewhere in the corner of my closet.
|Can't leave Hawaii without a pair. Heh. Pair.|
Does that sound cranky? It shouldn't. I had a glorious time wandering around Oahu for a week, hiking and shopping and eating and shopping and sleeping in and just generally enjoying island culture. And eating. And shopping.
Linus got another ukulele:
|Eating delicious shave ice at the International Marketplace.|
|At the Dole Plantation, where we had Dole Whip. Not as kinky as it sounds.|
After years of searching for a hat that he liked, Linus finally found this one on the Waikiki strip. It was true love, and well worth tourist prices.
|That band was just for the luau. He doesn't walk around with leaves on his head, I swear.|
We went to the luau on the last night of our trip. The Kalua pork was mind-bogglingly delicious and all the dancing was pretty incredible--especially when they brought out the fire.
|You didn't think all the dances were done by skinny girls in coconut bras, did you?|
Then we came back to Korea, and were cranky for a while, because as much as we enjoy South Korea it is decidedly not Hawaii. But now the weather has cooled and the school year has started, and our thoughts are turning to Halloween. Well, at least my thoughts, because I whole-heartedly agree with evilsupplyco.