Hawaii & tales of a poop train
My work requested I travel over Thanksgiving week. I reluctantly agreed, "If no one else can go I guess I can jump on this grenade for the team, but you'll owe me." So they flew me to Hawaii. Brandon and Annabelle joined me after I was done with my work project and we turned it into a vacation. The first half of the trip we stayed on the 15th floor of a posh hotel in Waikiki. It had a neat glass balcony that not only over looked the ocean but also a parking garage littered in lost fallen shoes. I've never stayed in a place so luxurious- and was informed (in the parking garage) that I wasn't allowed to even park my own car-that was the valets job. The second half of the trip we camped on the beach at a state park. There were 25 foot waves breaking off shore- it was mesmerizing to watch. At 4 am, the tides came in and we woke up in the salt water- floating on thermarests. Locals told us the next morning they've never seen anything like that ...