Still, one of the best deals in town. John and his brother Bill love to go here whenever we're here, and we are only doing it this time out of respect for Bill. (yeah, right.) Of course, this much fat early in the morning doesn't really leave you feeling all that well, but what's a body to do? Before we came this time, we had discussed renting a condo and staying for a month, so we decided to go down and look at the condos that seem to rent for a pretty decent price. I didn't know we were planning that, so I hadn't written down the address, and only remembered they were down by the zoo.
While we were in the neighborhood, we
decided to walk along the park and see if perhaps they were filming any parts of Hawaii Five-0, because they often film in that park. They weren't, but we did have a little swing in the tree. To make a long story marginally shorter, we didn't find the condos, but decided to walk through a residential neighborhood a bit inland from the zoo. Another of my fantasies is to rent a little house in a neighborhood and see what it would be like to live here in a house. So we walked up a street called Monsarrat. As we were walking through this neighborhood, we saw an old New England style clapboard house with a sign out in front telling about the original owner who
built the place in 1877. His name was Campbell and he was somewhat of a visionary, purchased a lot of land in the area, and then sold it at apparently reasonable prices to people wanting to build homes and start families. So it's quite a nice neighborhood. While we were standing there, I realized that inside the fence there was a giant turtle, pacing back and forth like a guard dog. A woman and her child sitting nearby told us that they let the neighborhood children ride on the turtle, who is quite friendly. (Maybe he was a tortoise, I didn't see any big pond of water around for him -- where's Judy when I need her?)We walked on and did I mention that it's not cool today? But since it has been every day since we got here, we both had jackets. Fortunately, I also had my backpack. By now, we think we're heading back to Waikiki, but we make a fatal error and end up walking all the way around a golf course. And did I mention that I didn't wear my walking shoes because I wasn't planning on going any further than breakfast when we left? Or did I mention that John hurt his big toe before we left Sacramento, and can't wear anything but a sandal, and has to soak his foot in epsom salts twice a day? To make a long walk sound like less than it felt like, we eventually walked 5-1/2 miles, though I thought it felt like a lot more. We stopped at a little Vietnamese restaurant along the way and bought a bahn. When we split it, my half was pretty good. John apparently got mostly fat in his half. Oh well, sometimes when you get the big half, you don't necessarily get the best.
Maybe it turns out that I got the worse end of the deal after all. By the time we came home and went to the beach, I started to get sick, and have been in the bathroom for approximately 4 hours on and off. Who would have thought that buying a pork sandwich and walking around with it for an hour or so on a hot day before eating it wouldn't be a good idea? It's now 10 p.m. and I seem to be okay now, so I guess I got all of whatever it is out of my system.
An update on Hawaii weather: There's been some serious flooding on the west side of the island, and now they're expecting giant waves on the north shore, perhaps even good enough by Wednesday or Thursday to have the big Eddie, which they only have when waves are more than 25 feet high.
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