Aloha

Once my plane landed at Honolulu International Airport, I picked up my bag from baggage claim and then got my car from National car rental. Instead of heading over to Waikiki right away, I decided to tour around the island a bit.

Using my handicapped sense of direction, I finally found my way north on Route 83. I stopped off for a few minutes to change into shorts and pull down the convertible top of my luxurious Chrysler Sebring. Then it was back to the road, and the beach. I made my way up to Ka'a'awa, then Hau'ula, and finally to Waimea Bay, home of Hawaii's legendary waves.

I placed most of my possessions in the trunk and locked it, then walked down to the beach. It was beautiful, and while there were a lot of cars parked nearby, the beach itself was wide open. This was the anti-Waikiki. Obviously, I was on the complete other side of the island.

After cruising the beach a bit and testing the water, I decided to move on. When I got back to my car, I noticed that someone had stolen my shoes that were on the back seat. "Welcome to Hawaii," I told myself.

My next stop was Hale'iwa, then I headed over to the big city, Waikiki, my home for the next four nights.