Four days in O’ahu. My observations thus far.
- Hawaiians don’t recycle, so it seems (no recycle bins anywhere. What the heck, I’m trying to be a good person here!).
- The gross habit of cigarette smoking is alive and well among Europeans travelers/non-Californians.
- There’s something for everyone. “Lost” hummer adventure anyone? Oahu ghost tour?
- “The fish pooped in front of me.” — what my sister observed while snorkeling. She also chased away a sea turtle. I told her that’s considered “disturbing the wildlife,” which is prohibited, gosh darn her.
- Oahu has a great public transportation system. I observed this during my last extended stay here five years ago when I took the bus daily and loved it. And they claimed dibs on the URL “The Bus.” Crafty.
- Applying a self-tanner before your arrival is a must. No one can acquire a sufficient tan in a week, and who cares about having good color back on the mainland? You need it here while sporting a bikini.
- It’s not weird or inappropriate to say the word “bra” several times during the course of normal conversation.
- Restaurant servers and store clerks are really good about checking ID if you buy alcohol.
- It’s crazy hard to find a bookstore in Waikiki, and the only one we did find was the soon-to-close Borders, which had an impressively large selection of graphic novels/Japanese anima.
- There isn’t just one way to “hang loose.”
- At night, the north side and south side of Kalakaua Avenue in Waikiki develop a socio-economic disparity. Tourists on the north, homeless on the south.
- I’m especially shy and polite here. I don’t want to be perceived as yet another rude or snobby tourist. My sister’s response: “You leave that for Julia.” Julia is her name.
- My sister’s valuable observation she made while looking at my legs: “Do you have cankles?” For the record, I do not.
What are your observations from Hawaii visits? Add them in the comment section! Yay!