From the monthly archives: April 2009
For the past few weeks I’ve been in Hawai’i, on the beach, usually watching surfers. Tough life.
I could only watch the surfers because I’m just a beginner. Those waves look small but they’re easily 12 feet high. I saw a man’s surfboard snap it half.
Some other remarkable memories from my three week vacation:
- a street peddler attempted to sell me tickets to a shooting range where I could fire “real guns”
- a customs official asked if I brought marmite. I asked if it was illegal, and she said, “No, I just don’t like the stuff. Yuck.”
- some Hawaiians are fat. Bigger than midwestern fat. I think their island genes compound the fatty foods
- a stranger gave me a lift, and I asked him what to see in O’ahu. He said, “I don’t know. I usually drink with my friends. It’s safer that way.” I didn’t ask
- my parents and I saw lava flow into the ocean at Volcano National Park
I mostly slept in the sun. It was so warm…
