Hawaii trip, 2007-04-21

I spent most of the day working and playing with Lauren's lovely family.

Lauren and I had breakfast at Grammy's, where she cooked us French toast with Hawaiian sweet bread (extra-sweet! delicious...), and Portuguese sausage. Enjoyed seeing the artwork and all the family keepsakes at Grammy's house.
Then it was on to Donna and Robin's, where Lauren and I helped plant 3 new trees and pull some weeds. We had to be dragged away from our weed buckets after the OCD kicked in ("must ... remove ... ALL ... weeds ...."). After gardening, we had some down-time before heading to the Iolani Family fair for the late afternoon and early evening.

Both Robin and Lauren went to Iolani High, and the fair was a mixture of reunion, community event, and fundraiser as far as I could tell. Robin was in his element, cooking up ribs with his high school classmates in the rib tent. I wish we could have stayed longer, but after snarfing as many ribs as we could, we had to rush away to catch our flight.

The usual whirlwind of baggage, bureaucracy, and bon voyage followed, depositing us safely on a redeye back to San Francisco, and eventually, back home in Strongbadia.

What a trip! I can't wait to visit Hawaii again (hopefully sometime soon).

Aloha.

Hawaii trip, 2007-04-20

Lauren and I started the day off properly: with surfing on Waikiki beach! I had some trouble at first, but Lauren assured me that anyone could surf as long as the board was big enough. After paying the extra $5 to rent a 10-foot, boat-sized board, I was a natural. I stood up 5 times, 2 of which were legitimately long rides. I asked Lauren whether I should cut the ride short to reduce the time I'd have to spend paddling back out. She replied that the people who were really good do that, but for newbies like us, the successful rides would be so few and far between that we should take full advantage when we do catch a good wave.

After surfing, Lauren and I walked around the corner to a casual, Thai-fusion-y place called Keoni for lunch. My Thai food was really good, and Lauren's grilled cheese was scrumptious as only a morning paddling a surfboard can make it.

At this point, Lauren and Albert split off to go horseback riding in a beautiful state park near the sets of LOST and Jurassic Park. Meanwhile, I went to the Ko' Olina resort with Bill, Kate, Dan, Matt, Maricia, where I did some good reading (Hard-boiled Wonderland and the End of the World, by Haruki Murakami -- thanks for the recommendation, Albert!).

We met back up for an early dinner with Lauren's extended family at the Golden Dragon, a formal Chinese restaurant. Matt reported the "best lemon chicken he'd had in his life," and others were similarly enthusiastic. There was a weekly fireworks display every Friday evening, which we caught just as dinner was ending.

After dinner, we had a guided, behind-the-scenes tour of the the Wakiki Beachwalk, which is the development project Donna has been working on for years. The tour took us to a closed-off rooftop for a great aerial view, among other places. There was some confusion at one point ("Where's Kung Kung?!") but we all emerged unscathed and impressed with the scope of Waikiki development.

After the tour, Robin joined "the kids" (minus Matt and Maricia) for drinks at the Lewers Lounge. A really classy piano bar with a dress code and great live music. Hawk had been looking for this place for the entire trip; it was a perfect spot to end our evening.

Hawaii trip, 2007-04-19

Lauren, Hawk, and I started the morning with breakfast at The Treehouse in Waikiki. This was a second-story loft with all walls open to the air. A stoner dude in a Big Lebowski t-shirt looked surprised to see customers, and was a bit flummoxed at each step in the transaction, but hey, we were all on island time by this point. We eventually got our light breakfasts and sipped our tea slowly on another sunny day.

The main event today was the scuba diving trip I'd put together. Lauren and I were already scuba certified, but the other 7 people got a crash course in dive safety:
On the dives, we saw lots of tropical fish, colorful coral, and giant moray eels. Lauren and I saw three sea turtles, swimming just a few feet from our faces. They were slow, graceful, and timeless somehow. Lauren later said that she'd felt like she was in the presence of something holy. It was really amazing to see them swimming out in the wild, and to be swimming right there alongside them, 30 feet under the water.

Sadly, the scuba trip was not all roses: 2 of the 9 of us ended up not diving, and seasickness was pretty rampant on our small boat in the big waves. And I got a "Hawaiian tattoo" from a sea urchin (stung a bit). But even so, most of our party seemed to enjoy having a new experience.
We took a short rest after scuba before walking 30 minutes down the road for dinner at Ono Hawaiian Food. Terrific! The amount of pork in the Hawaiian diet makes me wonder if the island was originally settled by folks from the South. (Not that I'm complaining). I also confirmed that I really, really don't like poi, which was an irksome thing to admit, but I might as well be up-front about it. Apparently, the more hardcore you are, the more fermented (e.g., rotten?) you like your poi. Our day-old poi was definitely tingling in my mouth a bit. Here's a picture of Bill waiting outside the restaurant (did I mention it was BYOB?):
Inertia was strong as we walked back toward Waikiki with heavy stomachs. We stopped for a breather at the Hyatt overlooking the water. Then after searching for a new spot for a while, we fell back on the tried-and-true Duke's for drinks before bed.

Hawaii trip, 2007-04-18

Everyone slept in this morning. Lauren and I walked across the street for a late and lazy breakfast at the Sheraton Moana Surfrider. (Eggs, fruit, French toast, and coconut syrup!)
The group then reassembled. Hawk decided to do his own thing today. Bill and Kate split off to have their first solid alone-time since getting engaged on Sunday the 15th. The rest of us (Albert, Dan, Matt, Maricia, Lauren, and me) hopped in the van and headed toward the North Shore. Lauren directed us to take the scenic route up Oahu's east coast, which was breathtaking.

The authentic hole-in-the-wall Hawaiian lunch spot we were shooting for turned out to be closed, so we decided to press on. It was at this point that our driver, Dan Fingal, earned the Citizen of the Year award. We were cruising along the highway, and right behind us, a car pulled out into another car, causing an accident. Without a moment's hesitation, Dan pulled off at the next parking lot (for a beach of course), and ran back to the scene of the accident. Thankfully, no one was hurt. Dan stayed on the scene to give his report to the police, and all was well. Go, Dan!

Incidentally, the beach where we'd swerved to a stop was gorgeous, with high, focused waves and some very brave boogy-boarders (local boys, all).
We eventually stopped for lunch at Haleiwa Joe's, a moderately famous tourist restaurant that Lauren had never tried. It overlooked a marina and served (apparently) amazing seafood. I've been asked to specially note the "amazing crab!" and the "moist fish!" Artichoke appetizer and my turkey burger were also very tasty.

After lunch, we went to Waimea Bay, which Lauren called "possibly my favorite place on Earth." The bay was very beautiful, with clear, blue water, perfect sand, and stark rocks marking the edges of the beach. We found ourselves in something of a wind tunnel on this particular day, with some serious sand-blasting and some rain blowing down from up the mountain. But even if it was difficult to get serious beach reading done, Waimea Bay is still a place and a feeling that I'll remember for a long time, a place to which I'm eager to return.
After an hour or two in the sun, wind, and rain, where else could we go but Matsumoto's Shave Ice? An obligatory North Shore stop that claims the world's best shave ice, we had to give it a try. We all agreed that it was tasty, but not as good as Lauren's hometown favorite, Island Snow. Maricia pronounced "too much azuki bean at the bottom." Great t-shirts, though, and pictures on the wall of every celebrity that had ever visited the North Shore, shave ice in hand...

After shave ice, it was getting near sunset. We drove a short distance to Haleiwa State Beach, where we watched the sun set over the water.Night having fallen, we took the quick, less scenic route back to Honolulu, where we freshened up at the hotel. The North Shore group stuck together for dinner at the posh Japanese restaurant, Sansei. My vegetarian sushi was great, as was my sake sampler.

Hawaii trip, 2007-04-17

After a good night's sleep, our cabin full of snoring hikers woke just after sunrise. We ate a hearty breakfast of chocolate pancakes and SPAM (a Hawaiian favorite), and then went spent a few minutes exploring a lava tube. A lava tube is a kind of cave formed after an eruption. Lava closer to the air cools first and hardens into a shell, while the lava in the interior keeps flowing. Eventually, you're left with just the hard, outer shell: a lava tube:
The cave was very spacious, and we walked about a hundred yards in. No one could resist singing the Indiana Jones theme song.

After the tube, we set off on the hike out of Haleakala.

Today's hike was a shorter distance (around 4 miles), but was much more intense. We spent the morning trudging up switchbacks in rain and mist. The fog was probably a blessing at times, since it tended to cover the sheer drop below.
After finally reaching the top and collecting both cars together, we drove to peak a few hundred yards away, which was home to the highest point on Maui and to the telescope that Robin's currently working on.
We got a guided tour of the guts of the telescope. With so many engineers in the group, there was lots of interest. (We had to drag Kate away).
After the telescope, we had an afternoon to kill before catching our flight back to Oahu. We headed into a small town where it proved surprisingly hard to find food and drink, but eventually persevered at a small, slow tea shop. Dan pronounced the sushi "delicious," and the waitress "tasty."

Mindful of the trouble on the flight from Oahu to Maui, we arrived at the Maui airport early for the return flight, and breezed right onto the plane. Lauren had encouraged us all to embrace the thought of "flying stinky," which we did with aplomb, having not seen a shower since we landed on Maui.

After checking back in at the Beachcomber on Waikiki, a small, hungry contingent walked across the street to Duke's. It's touristy, but hey, we're tourists! The beach food and rummy drinks really hit the spot after a long day on the move. We enjoyed our late dinner on the patio right next to the beach, waves brushing the shore a few feet away, unseen under the new moon.

From Holua cabin, Haleakala Crater, Maui

[Written in my handy notepad, which later took an unplanned dip in the Pacific...]

We're more than three days into our Hawaii trip, and this is the first spare minute I've had to put pen to paper. I take this as a sign that we're having a very fun (and busy!) time.

We arrived in Honolulu early on the evening of Saturday, the 14th. Lauren's mother, Donna, was at the airport to greet us with smiles and lots of leis.

With checked luggage quickly in hand and with our rental van procured, we met up with Robin and went straight to Lauren's first dinner choice: Zippy's. She described it as "like Denny's, but tastier and more ghetto."

At Zippy's, Bill was delighted to discover that the stories he'd heard about Hawaiians and SPAM were true. But at the end, the pull of the Chili Loco Moco proved too strong for Bill, Albert, and me. Chili Loco Moco... Start with enough white rice to make a meal, and put it in a bowl. Then comes the obligatory layer of mayonnaise. Top this with a burger and gravy and you've got loco moco. Replace the gravy with meaty chili and you've got Chili Loco Moco.
We all felt a little sick afterward.

From there, it was straight to the Beachcomber hotel in Waikiki for some deliciously jetlagged sleep. The time change worked in our favor the next morning, when we all found it took much less effort than usual to "do the Ben Franklin" and be early to rise. Lauren and I walked along a mostly empty Waikiki beach just after sunrise and dipped our toes into the clear, blue Pacific.
We met up with the group at 8:30 and drove to breakfast at another childhood favorite of Lauren's, the Koa Pancake House, which she described as "kind of like Zippy's." (How is this girl so thin?!) We feasted on pancakes, waffles, and a Portuguese pork dish that tastes like equal parts pork and vinegar. Very similar to Dad's favorite kind of BBQ, actually.

From there, we went shopping for beach supplies, spending an hour bouncing between bookstores, surf shops, and similar. It was at this point that I finally noticed the diamond ring on Kate's left hand. She and Bill had taken a walk along the beach that morning as well, where Bill popped the question! We spent a lot of the day congratulating the two lovebirds.
After our shopping spree, we went to Lauren's lovely home in Kailua, where Donna and Robin were ready to greet us. After saying hi to the family dog, and looking at all sorts of embarrassing old childhood pictures, we threw on our swimsuits and drove to a gorgeous beach about a mile away. The water and sand were amazing. We were on Oahu's windward side, and it lived up to its name, with a strong wind making conditions perfect for bodysurfing (and difficult to do much else).

After a couple of hours on the beach, our smiling, sun-pink, wind-blasted crew drove to Lauren's favorite shave ice spot, Island Snow. (I recommend Snozberry/Lime, with a scoop of ice cream at the bottom). Then, it was home to Lauren's for showers and dinner. Lauren's paternal grandmother, Grammy, showed us how to make our own sushi:
...and Lauren's maternal grandfather, Kung Kung, brought the party with singing, dancing, harmonica, and lots of stories:
Dinner was delicious, and at this point the arc of the trip became clear: I was to be fattened up.

Well, all right then.

When no one could eat another bite, we said our goodnights and returned to the hotel to pack for our trip to Maui.

We met in the lobby on the morning of 4/16 at 5:45a.m, still not too difficult for people on California time. There was a lot of confusion and a close squeeze at the airport, but we and our bags made it to Maui in the end.

We stopped to pick up bento lunches and then drove straight up to Haleakala, parking a stone's throw from the big telescopes, at an elevation of almost 10,000 feet. Robin and I dropped one car off at the end of the trail, then returned to the trailhead where everyone took a sunscreen bath before starting off.
The hike to the cabin was seven and a half miles through volcanic landscape. I guess I would call it more moonscape than landscape. Ochers and blacks fought and faded into one another. Jagged rocks scattered over the flatlands, Zen-like. Otherworldly plants (silverswords) threw their startlingly silver stalks toward the sky:
And the clouds beneath us hid an enormous cliff in the distance, looking like nothing so much as the end of the world.
We finally arrived at the cabin, with just enough daylight left to do a quick Waltons impression (Dan chopped the onions, Bill boiled the water, Albert and I lit the wood-fire stove, etc.). After a pasta dinner and a few minutes of the most breathtaking stargazing of my life, we all turned in.
It's now 7a.m., and the bustling sounds of breakfast and packing are all around me. Today, we'll hike four miles up switchbacks on a lush, green ridge. Aloha.