7 January, 2007
I awoke at a relatively early time, feeling tired, yet could not sleep any more. It was too late for the Continental breakfast, so I had a can of Green Tea and a Snickers bar, because if you're hungry, why wait? My room mates were droggy from the night before, and for good reason. We had set out on an epic journey to find the mysterious dragon that ate people's souls only six days before, but after much exhaustive searching and several pit stops for refreshment, we decided that this dragon must be located on another island. Perhaps Molokai.
I heard a rapping, a sort of tapping, coming from the door, so I did what any decent American would do; I opened the door, half expecting to see a man half crazed with hunger and eyeing me as if I was a large cheeseburger. Instead, I saw Professor Littlejohn. He asked if we would like to go whale watching, and of course I was game. Sean and Paul were not sure that they could handle the rocking and rolling of the boat, so they declined. Roger was eventually persuaded to go, and we then set out for the harbor.
Once there, we saw the mighty vessel that we would take, and though it's name escapes me, it's probably best, due to legal issues. For the sake of recollection, I will refer to her as Pequod. The journey started out just fine, but soon we were out into the break water and the boat began to rock up and down. Many of the people laughed at first and drank margaritas, or as I refer to them, Large Marge's. I of course knew that this was a bad idea, because once people tried to walk to the bar on the ever shifting deck, they behaved as if they were all ready drunk. This mix of shifting underfoot and booze could only spell their doom.
Before long, the call was made that a large bluberous mammal was spotted at 1 O' Clock, which is just to the right of the starboard bow. All of these now intoxicated pilgrims ran forward to the bow and tried to stand there. I of course went as well, and laughed as these land lovers tried to steady themselves on their two feet. Since my own Father is a career sailor, the sea was in my veins. I easily braced myself against the windscreen and was perfectly fine with the boat pitching up and then crashing back down to into the sea.
The mighty beast came up several times in a massive rolling wave. People tried to take pictures of the mighty bellowing beast, but it was of course too quick for this. It was soon time for the boat to return, so after watching the majesty of the sea born mammal, we made the journey back to port, and after having to spend money in a mall in order to get the parking validated, we arrived back at the Hotel to rally the troops. Indeed, now Paul and Sean joined us, for we were going to tackle the monstrosity known only as Diamond Head.
Though we saw many people of overweight status and people wearing ill equipped foot attire, we began to assume that the climb was easy. Of course, after only a few minutes, we understood that we were totally wrong. The climb became something bordering on Everest, and we encountered many stairs, somewhere near the number of 90. Of course I said that it was impossible to have this many stairs in Wyoming, but there was no time for this theory here. When we reached the top, the view was indeed magnificent, but we were too winded to fully appreciate it before we had to start back down. The journey down was easier, since gravity was now working in our favor. Once we returned to the hotel, we all showered and prepared to go out to dinner at what was claimed to be the best Thai restaurant in all of Hawaii. The food may have fit his description, but the service certainly did not. After we returned, we all began the arduous task of packing, because on the next day, we were set to depart this strange and tropical land.
I awoke at a relatively early time, feeling tired, yet could not sleep any more. It was too late for the Continental breakfast, so I had a can of Green Tea and a Snickers bar, because if you're hungry, why wait? My room mates were droggy from the night before, and for good reason. We had set out on an epic journey to find the mysterious dragon that ate people's souls only six days before, but after much exhaustive searching and several pit stops for refreshment, we decided that this dragon must be located on another island. Perhaps Molokai.
I heard a rapping, a sort of tapping, coming from the door, so I did what any decent American would do; I opened the door, half expecting to see a man half crazed with hunger and eyeing me as if I was a large cheeseburger. Instead, I saw Professor Littlejohn. He asked if we would like to go whale watching, and of course I was game. Sean and Paul were not sure that they could handle the rocking and rolling of the boat, so they declined. Roger was eventually persuaded to go, and we then set out for the harbor.
Once there, we saw the mighty vessel that we would take, and though it's name escapes me, it's probably best, due to legal issues. For the sake of recollection, I will refer to her as Pequod. The journey started out just fine, but soon we were out into the break water and the boat began to rock up and down. Many of the people laughed at first and drank margaritas, or as I refer to them, Large Marge's. I of course knew that this was a bad idea, because once people tried to walk to the bar on the ever shifting deck, they behaved as if they were all ready drunk. This mix of shifting underfoot and booze could only spell their doom.
Before long, the call was made that a large bluberous mammal was spotted at 1 O' Clock, which is just to the right of the starboard bow. All of these now intoxicated pilgrims ran forward to the bow and tried to stand there. I of course went as well, and laughed as these land lovers tried to steady themselves on their two feet. Since my own Father is a career sailor, the sea was in my veins. I easily braced myself against the windscreen and was perfectly fine with the boat pitching up and then crashing back down to into the sea.
The mighty beast came up several times in a massive rolling wave. People tried to take pictures of the mighty bellowing beast, but it was of course too quick for this. It was soon time for the boat to return, so after watching the majesty of the sea born mammal, we made the journey back to port, and after having to spend money in a mall in order to get the parking validated, we arrived back at the Hotel to rally the troops. Indeed, now Paul and Sean joined us, for we were going to tackle the monstrosity known only as Diamond Head.
Though we saw many people of overweight status and people wearing ill equipped foot attire, we began to assume that the climb was easy. Of course, after only a few minutes, we understood that we were totally wrong. The climb became something bordering on Everest, and we encountered many stairs, somewhere near the number of 90. Of course I said that it was impossible to have this many stairs in Wyoming, but there was no time for this theory here. When we reached the top, the view was indeed magnificent, but we were too winded to fully appreciate it before we had to start back down. The journey down was easier, since gravity was now working in our favor. Once we returned to the hotel, we all showered and prepared to go out to dinner at what was claimed to be the best Thai restaurant in all of Hawaii. The food may have fit his description, but the service certainly did not. After we returned, we all began the arduous task of packing, because on the next day, we were set to depart this strange and tropical land.
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