Aloha Oe

Marilyn wanted to explore the island a bit so we went to Waimanalo (home of the keikis). I got to swim in the ocean twice and explore a tidal pool. And we got shave ice from a real truckshack.

At the forest park there were dogs on the beach and on a surf board, people played juke boxes on the sand. I was by this point pretty burned.

The bus took us back by the pele highway, so we got to see some inland on the windward side as well, with the lush jungle. Marilyn and Ray have been pretty impressed by the volcanic crater, from the view of Diamond Head out our window to wherever. They went to a luau that night and J and I had tacos at a shack as you do.

Our big Pearl Harbor day was next. We really did arrive at 7 am to get in the massive line, which moved fast and did the whole thing. Submarine (submarines be small yo we climbed right through, this one magically never had a death), museums (surprisingly evenhanded for a military museums, and some awesome prescient quotes from Yamamoto and the US general) memorial (I had a bunch of inappropriately hostile nonmemorially thoughts, like the way we leave the human bodies and oily pollutants alike just dumped down there where they sank, put a white bridge over the lot and act like that makes it ok), USS Missouri (cheerleading battleship yay our guns commentary a weird contrast to sombre memorial to loss of life on same battleship but thing itself was satisfyingly huge and full of brass knobs), and airplane hanger (which was chock full of rad fully restored planes from lots of eras and places just kind of lined up in giant hangers, a great finisher cause you could just say look a rad plane).

Then we stumbled on our bloody stumps to dinner which was weirdly cursed with everyone being booked out.

Last day we were pretty lazy, laundry, poolside, bit of a walk in the afternoon, dinner, caught plane.