Well, I’m sitting at Gate 86 in LAX waiting to catch the first flight out to San Diego. I just ate a sausage McMuffin and some hashbrowns. They were good. The flight over from Honolulu was long, but decently fast. It was bittersweet day, knowing that I was coming home, yet coming back to everything [...]
Well, I’m sitting at Gate 86 in LAX waiting to catch the first flight out to San Diego. I just ate a sausage McMuffin and some hashbrowns. They were good.
The flight over from Honolulu was long, but decently fast. It was bittersweet day, knowing that I was coming home, yet coming back to everything I had escaped a week ago. It was nice to have the break.
Yesterday (although it feels like today…), we slept in a bit before packing up and checking out of our hotel. We stopped at KFC for a quick bite before heading out on our exploration of the island. First, let me just say that the KFC we visited had a crack team working behind the counter. First, they had to deal with a difficult customer. Apparently, they were working on her order for a long time and she was still complaining and adding things. It was a mess. I laughed. But the dealt with her in a efficient and professional manner. And then, as we were leaving…and I grabbed my small container of fries, one of the ladies immediately walked from behind the counter and offered us bags for our left over potatoes. Without us having to ask…and before we could say, “Bob’s your uncle.” If I could write a letter to the KFC people letting them know of the superstars they have working at their Hawaii KFC, I would. But I don’t have the address.
We started out by driving to the north shore. We checked out the general area where the TV show Lost is taped. It was very lush and pretty, with a little halo of fog caressing the tops of the green mountains. We continued driving along the shoreline, stopping at a few of the beaches to snap a few photos and check out the scenery. (when I say scenery, I mean the beautiful coastline as well as the cute girls sunning themselves on the beach.) It’s funny how strikingly similar the north shore of Oahu is to the north shore of Kauai, weather-wise as well as scenery-wise. Apparently, the north shore is some of the world’s best waves and is known for being one of the hottest surfing locations in the entire world. But alas, we did not surf. Nor did we check out the surfers.
On a side note, I’ve decided that I am eventually going to learn how to surf. Maybe. You see, I want a hot Hawaiian girl. But in order to even attempt to get a girl like that, I need to have skills. You know, like numb-chuck skills. And surfing skills. All the hot girls over there know how to surf, and look ridiculously good doing it. So I’ve made up my mind. I’m going to learn how to surf. Maybe.
After cruising the north shore, we ended up at Schofield Barracks again to see who one the finals in the bowling tournament. After being searched by a few intimidating military guards, we were pleased to find out that Darryl, the general manager from the Lihue Bowling Center had won.
With only a few hours to go, we headed back to the north shore to sample some shrimp from one of the local shrimp trucks. I had garlic and butter shrimp. They served their plates with some rice, salad, and a slice of pineapple. It was some of the best shrimp I’ve ever had.
After our snack/dinner, we went to visit some friends of Brian who knew him when he was a wee lad. They were really nice and we had a good time chatting with them for a bit. But then it was time to go.
So we went to the airport and said “Aloha,” to the beautiful islands. And now here I am, waiting to go to San Diego. I tell you the first thing I’m going to do when we get back is get a California burrito because I’ve been dying for one for an entire week. I can’t wait. It’s good to be almost home, but sort of sad at the same time. It’s been a damn good week. And I think I see our plane taxiing to the terminal, so I will cut this one off now.