Mysteries. Drop dead handsome surfer type in shorts and a t-shirt. Perfect sandy blond hair, straight almost to his shoulders, that deep tan that shows he lives outside. He could be a fashion model. He’s on the sidewalk, not far from the statue of Duke Kahanamoku, pacing furiously, a bible in one hand, the other …
Heads up: Our stay was hosted by the hotel. We paid for tips, only. We were totally spoiled and I loved the place. I’m going to sound kind of like a shill but I’m not, you’ll have to trust me on this. The pics are mine, shot with a D200 in daylight with a fixed …
I sucked as an expat. As an inveterate traveler, this was shameful to me, I was embarrassed by the bouts of homesickness. I was ashamed of the days I spent bleakly staring at what was, by all accounts, a breathtakingly beautiful landscape and wishing, with all my might, that I was elsewhere. I felt awkward …
We dropped the car at the dealer at about 10 am in the heart of Renton’s auto row. We hadn’t arranged for alternative transportation — we didn’t know how long it would take but there was no place we had to be. I’d checked the map earlier to find a place for coffee — we …
Birdhugger? You might enjoy this piece of radio from our local NPR station with the author of Birdology: Adventures with a Pack of Hens, a Peck of Pigeons, Cantankerous Crows, Fierce Falcons, Hip Hop Parrots, Baby Hummingbirds, and One Murderously Big Living Dinosaur. I’m adding it to my library queue.
It is easy to dislike Hawaii if you’re in Waikiki. It’s a crowded not-quite-anywhere strip of hotels and shopping and pale unadventurous architecture, it smells of coconut tanning oil and second hand smoke and spilled mai tais. Homeless people stroll the avenue side by side with Japanese tourists sporting t shirts that make no sense. …