Welcome to the South Pacific

All I can say is.... Oh My God. I need to move to Kauai.

We flew into Honolulu Wednesday afternoon, checked out Waikiki (see photos) and bought some overpriced souvenirs for ourselves (I got a skirt and a necklace, Joanne got a necklace and sunglasses).

We were due to leave Honolulu this morning at 1025am. It's 1030am and the woman at the desk says (despite the computer on the wall that say "Final Call"), "We run on a different schedule than the computers." Great. Then, a few mins later, we hear the preboarding (disabled passengers and people with kids) call. Then, about 45 seconds later, "Final call, flight 1963." WHAT?! I run up to the desk, confirm that it is OUR plane that is leaving the airport and we RUN across several lanes of runway to our plane, having to pause briefly to allow another plane to pass. We made it. 30 mins later, we touched down in Lihue, Kauai. It reminded me SO much of Uganda. Rural, tropical, RED. The dirt is SO red. It's lovely.

We went to CostCo for lunch and provisions for the week right after picking up our jeep. Chickens were everywhere.

More later. Until then, see pics.