Traveling in Big Island, Hawaii.
I’m starting to think that there are no actual beaches in Hawaii. Because we certainly didn’t find any. Well, we found beaches, but not the kind you want to sit at and tan while reading Eat, Pray, Love and drinking a Mai Tai. I’m starting to think I did Hawaii wrong.
We did, however, on our first full day in Hawaii, find Kealakekua Bay, Pu`uhonua O Honaunau National Historical Park, and the Old Kona Airport Beach State Park, which are all technically beaches, I suppose. Beautiful though, but rocky and not really places you want to swim without fear of cracking your skull against a rock and dying. Just sayin.
More importantly, however, we found food. Delicious, glorious food. Like the lau lau pork at Ka’aloa’s Super J’s Authentic Hawaiian (which was basically someone’s living room and was totally featured on Food Network and had the cutest dog ever that I wanted to steal). And shrimp (and Mai Tais) at a happy hour. And beer-soaked beef (and Kona coffee beer) at Kona Brewing Company. And fruit bought at a farmers market: a strawberry papaya, apple bananas, and a pineapple.
p.s. I shouldn’t be allowed to buy myself souvenirs after drinking a Mai Tai. Just sayin.
I got lei’d in Hawaii condom and Barack Obama surfing bobblehead.