Slow News Day

Today's mission was to move ourselves back to Oahu and to get Laura back to Seattle.

First we had to try to eat all the leftovers. Breakfast had diverse menu options, from the daily tropical fruit and granola to poke (raw tuna), hamburgers, pickled ginger, rice. Then we had to pack in the way that meets the needs of Island Air: for some reason they think it makes sense to limit one carry-on item to 16 pounds and pay no attention to the weight of the personal bag. Since we are all getting on the plane with our various luggage items, or wearing whatever doesn't fit, it makes no logical sense in terms of total weight on the plane, but whatever. There were only about 15 of us on the flight so the whole weight limit policy was irrelevant, in this instance.

We made one more beach stop at the kind of beach that I like best -- with waves on the outside of a breakwater, and a calm little harbor for floating and swimming. Lots of kids and hairless beach apes (Sherman's Lagoon reference) standing in the water, chatting. We remember bringing our kids here when they were little, and seeing a hula show and playing on the huge playground structure. This time our picnic was a big plate of leftover salad that we couldn't eat for breakfast, and we fed the rice to the chickens.

Hana's kind of calm water.

Lani would approve.

The trip back was uneventful, but when we got on the road to Honolulu the traffic was terrible.  It took us an hour to get through town. We stopped at a restaurant that Auntie Arlene had mentioned as one of her favorites and we had a random assortment of dishes that seemed interesting:

pig cheek, garlic chili chicken wings, brisket and tendon soup (those were all Becca and Jon), loco moco and choi sum (me) and we finished it off with a massive dish of green tea snow ice. Not very sweet but worth trying.

As soon as we got home, Becca went outside and picked a pomelo and peeled it expertly. She has been waiting a long time for one of Auntie Annette's pomelos.