I was supposed to get leid!
Any ’70s TV show will tell you that when you de-plane in Hawaii you’re greeted by a nice young lady in a grass skirt who puts a flower lei around your neck as a welcome to the island.
Thankfully, everything else about this place seems to fall in line with its clichés. My hotel room is a tiki paradise, and my first evening stroll along Waikiki Beach took me past two guitar sing-a-longs and about as many new ukulele owners. This morning as I gaze upon my ocean view I can see some kind of a mass surfing lesson taking place just beyond the retaining wall. Is it a testament to the popularity of Blue Crush, or just a way to pass the time when there’s nothing else to do? I shall investigate…