Things have been fairly slow here in Hawaii, although I have done a few new things recently. One such thing is the tidal pools at Mokapu'u Lighthouse. I had sailed past the pools a few times, but never knew that you could so readily walk to them from the lighthouse path. I went with Tom and Hollie and some of their friends from Tom's school.
The pictures explain them better than I can, so I'll leave you to those, but the sounds that were involved do require some describing. Apparently the ground we were walking on was more of a ledge hanging over the water than a solid surface all the way down to the ocean floor. There were a couple of holes by the base of the hill and it was possible to see the water through them. The most interesting part of the holes was the way that the waves would make them breathe every so often. Besides the saturated air that would occasionally spout from them, the sounds made them an attraction. The sound was what one would imagine a giant ogre sounding like after being woken unpleasantly. It was a deep, angry sounding gasp that would come and go every so often. I guess you'll just have to trust me on this one: it sounded more like an ogre than water.
Later that day Tom and I rode up to the North Shore on our motorized two wheeled vehicles (by putting it that way I don't have to call him out on having a moped). I don't know if it was because I ran that morning right before hiking or if there was something misaligned in my spine, but the ride made me really sore. I was happy to get to Haleiwa where we had some good Thai food and shave ice. The ride back was less painful, but that may have been because we took the H-2 to H-1 to H-3, which was faster. The next day, we headed to the sand bar with Tomollie and their future sister-in-law Melissa (she is engaged to Tom's older brother Nick) and her sister Michelle.
The following weekend I tagged along with Tomollie and their school peeps to see a MUSICAL, Miss Saigon. I was led to believe that it was a play. It's not. It's a musical. It was good, but not at all what I was expecting. It was a sort of drama/comedy (dramedy?) with a good portion set in strip clubs. That's all fine and well until you learn (after the show is over) that the girls dancing in their panties are sophomores and juniors in high school. Call me an old maid, but something about middle and old aged men watching high school girls shake it just doesn't seem proper. I felt a little dirty. That's not to say that I didn't watch, but you get the point.
This weekend, a long one in honor of Discoverer's Day (or Columbus Day, depending on what you prescribe to), I did a lot of sleeping, reading, and spent some time at the sand bar. I ended up going to the sand bar alone since no one seemed really keen on going. It was a bit of a bust. The water was kind of gross and the weather was not ideal. Plus, I ended up getting a little sick to my stomach. I usually bring soy milk to drink, but I decided to go with apple and orange juice this time around. As you might guess, a gallon of fruit juice can make one's stomach a bit sour. Believe it or not, beer is what made my stomach feel better.
Since my trip back from the sand bar (in the pouring rain) I have been doing a whole lot of nothing. Reading, sleeping, swimming, and jamming out to The Polyphonic Spree. Tonight I have class and tomorrow is another Wednesday night TV-on-DVD. We are going with It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, in case you were wondering.
