We made it to Hawaii alive and well, if somewhat delerious from lack of sleep. Unfortunately it was rather dark by the time we landed, so there wasn’t too much to see until our cab made it to Waikiki, which was lit up like the surface of the sun. Waikiki seems to be basically a gigantic outdoor shopping mall with a lot of hotels built into it. It reminds me of Orange County in a lot of ways, actually — palm trees, lots of pastel colors, and lots of retail.
There’s not a lot of time for exploring, though. It’s already past ten Hawaii time, which is like three days into the future as far as our brains are concerned. We get checked in, and the girl at the desk decides to give us a free upgrade to an ocean-view room, because Charlotte has so many miles that she’s some kind of superhero in their system. We make our way to the room, look out at the dark Pacific from our balcony, unpack our stuff, and crash into a deep sleep from which there is no escape. At least not until about 9:30 in the morning, which frankly is earlier than I normally get up on a Sunday … so yeh, hooray for jet lag. Or reverse jet lag. Or henderson’s syndrome, as it’s known in the Asian subcontinent.
Morning brings the gentle sound of surf to our ears, which is a pretty awesome thing to wake up to.
