A whale of a tail.
Whale watching in Kona on the Big Island in Hawaii.
Some months ago, my friend Jen asked me if I wanted to come to Hawaii with her for her 30th birthday. Considering the fact that my birthday just happens to be the day after hers that meant that I too would then be spending my birthday in Hawaii. How could I say no to that?
We spent the day of Jen’s Big Island birthday on a whale watching tour, spotting many a whale off in the distance, splashing around. We couldn’t get too close, because that is illegal. And, you know, dangerous. So my pictures are pretty bad (because I still don’t travel with a zoom lens). But if you squint you can kind of see a tail in some of them. Maybe.
I learned from the fun facts from our captain that I travel like a whale: alone, unless I’m looking to mate.
Of course, that didn’t apply to this trip. Because I totally wasn’t looking to mate with Jen and Andrew. Just sayin.
Happy birthday Jen!
(p.s. I had never gone on a whale watching tour before but I had been on a dolphin watching tour in Bali!)