I just got back from my first visit to Hawaii. Was it good? Was it bad? Maybe a little of each. I will post a day by day rundown over the next week.
There's something weird about Kauai, and it's spelled C-H-I-C-K-E-N. It appears that early last decade, Hurricane Iniki freed some poultry and they went a little overboard on the breeding. Now there are chickens everywhere on this island. Wild chickens. I think most of us on the mainland think of chickens as belonging to people. Every single chicken has an owner, right? But on Kauai, "why did the chicken cross the road" takes on a whole new meaning. Sometimes they didn't, but lucky for you, I didn't photograph that. Instead, here is a wild chicken at my resort taking her chicks out to scratch for food. You have to look very closely to spot the babies.
Everywhere you go, there are roosters crowing: at the pool, at the beach, in the misty mountains, on medians ...
Anyway, we took an early flight and got there mid-afternoon. Right off the bat, I saw this dress in a shop at the hotel, and Mark got it for me. By the way, this is the view from our room!
We cleaned up and went to a free mai-tai and pupu (cue Beavis/Butthead laughs) event for the owners. This refers to time share owners, which we aren't. But we were given use of the property by some friends as a wedding gift that we just got around to using. We also got raffle tickets, and Mark was feeling very lucky. Alas, we didn't win.
Later, we went to dinner on campus and I had the best spaghetti of my life. Then I went to bed at 8 p.m. I normally go to bed at 2 a.m., and I guess it was pretty late ABQ time. It turned out to be a good thing to go to bed on my ABQ schedule because the island shuts down very early, so going to sleep and rising early makes the best use of your time.