Seasonal Affective Disorder is still a bitch, and this winter was a long and dreary one. When the sun makes a half-assed attempt at rising around 9, doesn't really put a whole lot of effort into shining, and then just sorta gives up and sets around 3pm, a fella can get a little out of whack, as it were. During the long dark winter, vacation plans were twice made and twice put on hold or canceled due to ridiculous scheduling conflicts, and by late February the Wife and I were both about to lose our shit...blame it on vitamin D deficiency.
Before the situation could boil over, we made one last-ditch effort to get the hell out of AK for a bit. As luck would have it, several circumstances lined up and we managed to score some good last-minute lodging, a cheap ride, and some seats on a 737 headed in a Southwesterly direction. According to our spy network the weather wasn't exactly the stuff tropical dreams are made of, but sometimes you have to trade 23° and overcast for 81° and overcast, plus drinks with little umbrellas in them. As a bonus, we had a sweet fishing flat right out the back door, one that I had spent a couple hours on previously and had been jonesing to get back to. Gonna be a good time, tater.
What follows (as per my usual) is a semi-nonlinear series of mostly random photos taken over the course of 12 days in-country. Top-captioning will be provided and, if appropriate, additional commentary in the form of hula dancing or sand etching will be provided. As there is a limit to the number of pics a fella can attach, this will be the Mauka post, and the next one will have all the Makai stuff.
Pretty sure there's a kitchen sink in there somewheres.
Southbound and down.
Upon arrival, I wasted no time not being wasted. Or something.
Overcast conditions, grumpy narrator.
The Better Half basking in the sunset on the Western lanai.
We spent a little time cruisin' around the island lookin' at chicks...
Speaking of locals, there is a little noodle shop down a one-way street near the big town. If you are lucky enough to get there at the right time and the line is less than an hour long, you might get a spot at the W-shaped counter and dig in to one of the best bowls of Saimin in the western world.
The other local staple, best enjoyed with a tall glass of Rum, sparkling water, and fresh calamansi.
Because no trip report is even remotely complete without some DSFK
To Be Continued...