Sandy Beach Part Duex

1 January, 2007

After waking up from a disappointing night (I was really wanting to see a dragon eat some souls), I went up to have some of the assorted donuts and other sugar coated treats. After being berated about the fact that I didn't take any toast, I went back down to the room and wondered what everyone else was doing. Sean had went down to the beach, and Paul and Roger were going to go roam around and see what Hawaii's locals had to offer. I got a phone call from Misty, saying that a bunch of people were going to go and tackle the ferocity that was Sandy Beach.

Of course I knew that those waves were a dangerous beast that had all ready claimed one of our number, but I had to know if the beast could be conquered by someone chock full of grit, and I was most certainly that.

We met up in the lobby, and after getting some rather vague directions on how to catch the bus from the Concierge, we wasted three hours sitting in the hot baking sun before we found the right bus.

The beach was much as it was the previous time, but there were more fools in the water than I could shake a stick at, and trust me, I tried. The water was rough that day my friend, and we soon realized why it was called Sandy Beach. The waves pushed sand into places that Sand should never go. Needless to say, we didn't stay long, and after watching Misty achieving the impossible (she was able to get her boogie board out past the break water), we caught the bus back to the Hotel.

After taking a shower, we all met back up to go to this seafood restaurant. Now, the place was quite fancy, but never in my days have I seen Calamari in the form of 3 by 6 inch slabs. It still tasted good, and after this place, we went back to the hotel, because I didn't feel like fighting the random street performers, because those guys are strange with their random robot noises and bodies covered in silver and copper paint. And besides, we had class at 8:30 in the A.M.