Humor, Outdoors, Travel, Visual Perspectives

Free to Be a Beach Bum

19 Dec , 2018  

Or free to hang out by the pool, sipping drinks that look like tropical sunsets and come with teeny, tiny umbrellas that, if held between your teeth just so, might shade your nose from getting burned by the mid-day rays.

Wouldn’t that make a hell of a profile pic on Facebook?

I spent a lazy day doing nothing at all important. Nothing! First, I tried out the hotel’s breakfast buffet. Even just a little bite-sized sample of everything filled two plates! I discovered I love papaya and guava and the juice they call “POG,” which is a sweet, slightly tart, refreshing combination of papaya, orange, and guava juices.

We did not have bad weather the whole time we were there; in fact, I’ve only ever seen rain or chilly drizzle twice in the times I’ve visited Hawaii. The Hawaiian House Finch has been emboldened by tourists – it has taken on the scavenging attitude of our black vultures. It waits for an opening… for an unwarily generous human to feed it, or drop a crumb, or walk away leaving food untended. It pounces! One enterprising guest – who had the thoughtfulness to ask first, and to do it on the other side of the glass wall – smeared a bit of food on his GoPro and waited for the perfect shot. At the Grand Wailea, next door, I watched two little finches plucking grains and bits of fruit from a glass containing yogurt, the last day we were there.

After a leisurely breakfast, I found the best spot short of a pricey cabana for gazing out at the sparkling, sapphire waves. I went for a swim in the infinity pool and listened to a couple of women, there for a conference, complain about work. Oh, joy! Until then, I’d managed to forget about the working world altogether.  I had told everyone at the office that they could call me while I was gone, but for every five minutes of conference call, I’d send them one photo of Maui, just to make them envious.

I moved out of range, returned to my lounge chair, and dried off in the sun.  A waiter quietly asked if I was ready for some refreshment. I looked at my watch, wondered where the time had slipped off to, and shrugged. Why not? I gave him my order and laid back in the sunshine while I waited for a refreshingly cold mai tai and a delectable ahi poke with crispy taro chips to come to me.

For what it’s worth, taro chips beat poi by a mile. I’ve had that experience – they used to joke that poi was Hawaiian wallpaper paste – and it wasn’t one I felt a nostalgic need to repeat.

I did miss the formerly ubiquitous vanda orchid garnish. It used to be that vanda orchids were liberally used to decorate every buffet, every plate of food, every cocktail served in Hawaii. When I was nine, I learned that vanda orchids were edible and tasted a bit like watermelon rind. Probably exactly like watermelon rind, if you chilled them first in a glass of ice water to add that cold, crispness. They weren’t yummy, but they were far from disgusting and definitely wouldn’t kill you. So to the horror of tourists who did not share this secret knowledge, I happily began to munch them every chance I got.

To almost everyone’s chagrin, I have not outgrown this form of amusement. It’s what led to my invitation to join the Tripe Marketing Board.

I suppose that eating flowers is a thing, now.  Vanda orchid-and-kale salads have, no doubt, been overplayed on Instagram. No one gasps with alarm and asks, breathlessly, “Are you sure that’s safe to eat?” as if I were idiotic enough to go round popping strange things into my mouth without a bit of research. I’ll have to up my game. Vanda orchids wouldn’t do the trick, even if they were still thrown about like parsley.

It didn’t take long to acquire the sunburn that might, overnight, fade to a tan. Looking back over my shoulder as I write this, I may even have overdone it a bit; my back is peeling like a bad paint job over dry rot.

Moisturize, kiddies. Do as I say, not as I do.

Wouldn’t matter, except that it itches and I find myself backing up to stucco walls like a bear backs up to the rough bark on a tall tree.

I walked to the beach on my right. I walked to the beach on my left. I went swimming in the hotel pool. There are distant memories of other trips, and reasons  beyond “Damn, the Pacific is cold as ice!” that I struggle to swim at Maui’s shoreline from anything but a boat. Volcanoes tend to have steep and sudden drops. Undertows.  Coral reefs. They’re not like Daytona Beach, where unless you’re one of the menehunes, you can walk out to the next sandbar without really finding water deeper than the top of your head. But they’re gorgeous and extremely photogenic.

The rocky coastline is part of the islands’ allure, and every view is almost this good, if not better.

 Isn’t that gorgeous? So this is pretty much how I spent Tuesday and Thursday – days absolutely overflowing with doing nothing. It was glorious.

Oh, we did go out to dinner – Tuesday, we went to Monkeypod Kitchen, at the recommendation of absolutely everybody. JJ and I shared the Kauai Shrimp & Hamakua Mushroom Potstickers. I tried two of their cocktails: The Genever Project and their famous Mai Tai with its heavenly honey-lilikoi foam. For dinner, I had the “Bourgeois” – a pizza topped with big island lobster, wild mushroom, parmesan, thyme, garlic white sauce.

Thursday, we went to Gannon’s, where we were seated on the terrace at sunset. The view was incredible and unspoiled by hotels or condos or people – nothing but rolling green hills (a golf course), trees, and coastline. There, I had the Kula Strawberry Salad and the Chef’s Special seafood paella (enough for two, maybe three people!).

I still can’t figure out how I gained nearly thirteen pounds in a week.

Fortunately, I’ve lost it again, two weeks later. I figure one of the menehune stowed away in the pocket of my jeans, but realized Maui was better than Texas and sneaked back the way he came.

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14 Responses

  1. Glad you are having a wonderful time in Hawaii…
    Enjoy your holiday.

    • Oh, thank you, but I’m home now – been home a good week and a half. 😉 I don’t like to advertise when I’m away or going to be away. I’ve now worked through two days of vacation, catching up and setting myself up for success in the new year. But NOT TOMORROW! Tomorrow, I’m officially putting the work laptop in a place where I can’t easily reach it so I’m not even tempted.

  2. Balaka Basu says:

    Lovely travelogue Holly. And from the picture of your breakfast spread (bite-sized though 😉 ) I can figure out the reason for your weight gain. Good that you lost it.

    • That was probably the healthiest meal I had, though there were plenty of fresh fruits and veggies. It’s a miracle I didn’t gain more, and another that it’s all dropped off already. But I was fairly active, even in my doing nothing. I’m sure that helped some. 🤣

  3. Rummuser says:

    It would be interesting to know how you lost “it”!

    • Not really. It was mostly water weight. I love salt. Salt+air travel usually = water weight gain. Easy to lose, but it’s not fat. I’m basically where I started before the trip!

  4. Pat Stoltey says:

    Beautiful descriptions, Holly! It’s been a long time since I visited a beach anywhere because I’m so sick of air travel. I might have to rethink that.

    • Air travel is truly awful. But sometimes, it’s a price worth paying. Do it. Just be sure to stay long enough to make the trip worthwhile. I wouldn’t want to go for less than a week. Island hops are okay – little 20 minute flights on bearable planes. But 18 hours (roundtrip) flight time pretty much warrants at least a week in a place.

  5. Betool says:

    WOW Holly this is so great

  6. You look super cool perched on that branch, Holly. Glad you had a wonderful holiday.

    • I’m an avid tree climber. These are the PERFECT trees for little ones and older people – their branches are strong, low, and inviting as a bench.

      It was, indeed, wonderful.

  7. We save on airfare by reading your account and savoring your pictures. LOL
    This is good stuff!

    Merry Christmas!



    p.s. That nasty PC virus has won; I will be rebuilding Win 10 over the next few days, so if you don’t hear from me, you’ll know why.

    • How is the recovery coming? I hope it did not interfere with game nights or family fun during the holiday! I’m so tempted to install linux on my other laptop (the older one that Win 10 killed – or kept trying to kill, till I lost patience in restoring the stupid thing, gave in, and bought a newer model just like it).

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