(tt) 12 hours after leaving West End Ave we were taxi-ing into Honolulu airport. What a good idea to do this stayover. Even after such a short flight I am a bit lagged.
We trundled in to our hotel after a taxi ride through typical airport to city grunge and tat.
Hoards of cute little white shorted boys were salivating to help us carry our five laden pieces but we bravely fought them off.
This is our tres modern hotel
Here is the tres modern reception desk of our tres modern hotel.
Those adornments are broken surfboards on the wall. They should have added old plaster casts from arms and legs.
Syrie Maugham, eat your heart out
Already he is working out the electronics
Anywhere I hang my hat....
Aspects from le balcon
Here are some shots from our first reconnoitre. A new and already strangely out of date neighbour.
Here is a classic piece of sixties architecture. Surfers Paradise in Queensland has a few of these left. Once it would have been a skyscraper and was probably on the beach front.
Some Hilton kitsch
They had Dunkin D's way way back.
This camp dancer is part of a sculpture at the entrance to the Hilton Village, a shrine to the tourist shopper. Huts and carts dot conjoined hotel and restaurant foyers stuffed with elephants, floral mountains, gods and stone topiary and separated by fountains, pools and ponds.
I can now do this dance quite well
Hong Kong, Thailand with a bit of Orlando thrown in.
Captain's Paradise
Dinner
Entertainment for the dinner crowd. And just next to the wall was a hippe hustler begging for bills.
And as the sun fades...
...a lone boarder paddles his way to home.
Tribute to the founder of modern surfing. I can now do giant board riding quite well.
Not quite the humpy in Darwin I was expecting.
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