The tour company had left a message on our answering machine to call them as soon as possible.
As they open at 5am and it was now 7:30am I called.
The news was that they could not fit us in today but there were three spot tomorrow.
Not the optimum outcome but still OK. The lesson is to not take as gospel an online booking.
They seem very, VERY laid back in this part of the world and they have an intimate grasp of the mañana concept on life.
We should all be like that.
I thought "I could have laid in for a little longer but we'll fill the day with other stuff quite easily."
First up I gave Aloha Jet Ski a call and left a message.
Yep, I reckon I'lll get a call back from them 10 minutes after the second coming of Christ.
Service in this place vacillates between sickly sweet and bloody awful.
Aloha Jet Ski service level is the later.
"What else is really high on my must do list?" I thought.
Bailey's Antiques and Aloha Shirts deserves and needs a visit.
We had some brekky and headed off for our 25 minute walk there.
It's in this utter nondescript part of town. In fact it's way beyond the end of the tourist area and at the start of where the locals live.
You step into his shop and it is a treasure trove of shirts, mainly, but a lot of other old stuff too.
I listened to him talking to clients on the phone as well as several customers.
I think that in between setting blunts alight he has accumulated more knowledge on Hawaiian style shirts than anyone on the planet.
I didn't have anything specific in mind but I managed to buy four shirts.
Two for me and two for a dear friend to whom I am indebted to.
Here are the four items of exquisite beauty -
Impressive collection, don't you think?
And look what else we saw today -
Not quite a Porsche, but definitely a whale tail!
The afternoon was a lazy one.
No sightseeing, no long walks along the beach, no shopping expeditions, no cultural exhibitions. Nada. Niente. Zip.
Having said that, the air-conditioning in the apartment was most welcome.
Seven o'oclock cam awfully fast and we were a bit peckish.
Peckish enough to wander out into the masses to find a place to eat.
I really didn't feel like going too far and I remembered a Japanese place in our street that has a queue every night. Now that seems like a contradiction to my normal way of choosing a place outside of Japan but there always the exception, and tonight was one of them.
We were told a table would be ready in 15 minutes and, predictably, 40 minutes later we were sat down.
Thankfully, the food, although nowhere near authentic, was good and reasonably priced. They even had good nihonshu, which made Tiz happy.
We go home quite early and just a little knackered so after watching a bit of TV we hit the sack.
Tomorrow we kamikaze Pearl Harbor!
What?
No?
Having said that, the air-conditioning in the apartment was most welcome.
Seven o'oclock cam awfully fast and we were a bit peckish.
Peckish enough to wander out into the masses to find a place to eat.
I really didn't feel like going too far and I remembered a Japanese place in our street that has a queue every night. Now that seems like a contradiction to my normal way of choosing a place outside of Japan but there always the exception, and tonight was one of them.
We were told a table would be ready in 15 minutes and, predictably, 40 minutes later we were sat down.
Thankfully, the food, although nowhere near authentic, was good and reasonably priced. They even had good nihonshu, which made Tiz happy.
We go home quite early and just a little knackered so after watching a bit of TV we hit the sack.
Tomorrow we kamikaze Pearl Harbor!
What?
No?
Marino, do you think that, with all these various companies not coming good with promises of whatever and not getting back to you - WORD'S GOT OUT about you??
ReplyDeletePearl Harbour interesting, they've got/had a real sub as in submarine not the eating type, you can go on, though it still feels Disney-esque. Until you get to the war cemetery which, although nothing on the scale of some in Europe, is rather mind boggling.
And another thing - what's wrong with imperial measurements? Get Greg used to being in Blightyland.
Duncs would be jealous of the shirt shop. haha love the whale tail bus :)
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