Our view out our door
What happens when three women take to the roads of Oahu. Whilst Turtle Bay is a gorgeous resort, around us is really rural Hawaii. The native creatures are all suntanned, bleached haired surfer types with boards out the back or on top of huge monster trucks. We have a great small Ford Focus that is easy to drive – well it should be! Between us we have managed to have major spatial difficulties figuring out how not to hit the curb (yes kids the Death Mobile revisited), have driven down the wrong side of the road, driven down a bike path, gone through a red light and generally been total hoons. But, we are in Hawaii so no-one seems to mind much. We went up yesterday to watch the World Triple Crown surfing competition, that is on at the moment, just a couple of bays around. The waves were at least 20 foot and they all made it look so easy. To our right we had the world champions and to our left scruffy kids that were just fantastic. Carol had to head home this morning so I drove her to the airport at 5am. I think we kidded ourselves that there would be no traffic. It was bumper to bumper the whole way. Driving back myself was pretty awesome. The sun was coming up and the boys were out on their boards. The sunrise was not quite as stunning as the sunset but in this little part of paradise all seems right in the world. The only intrusion is the army helicopters that occasionally sweep over the coast, but even they seem pretty cool amidst the backdrop of enormous surf and swaying palm trees.
Sleeping under the stars 