We're back in the warmth! Not the California warmth, which is about to run out of water, but the humid, verdant warmth of a tropical island. We've visited once before, back in student days, but now we're travelling with "extra baggage".
Happily, Pete has taken to island life very quickly. As a California baby he's never been comfortable in four layers and a snowsuit, so he slipped into shorts with a smile on his face. We headed for the beach where he and Hannah played in the surf while I sat on the sand, slathered in sunscreen and wearing a large hat. Do family holidays ever change from one generation to the next?
Aloha! We were in Waikiki for the first night, before heading out to the west coast.
On the way we stopped at the Maili Sunset Bar and Grill, the type of place you only find thanks to the Internet. It was deeply dodgy looking, and fab! That's not a painting behind Hannah, that's the window.
That would be me, a Longboard lager, and a shrimp burger.
Like father, like son.
The view from our apartment - not too shabby. Apart from now, when a gigantic tropical rainstorm is lashing the windows. Something's got to keep this place green I suppose.
And the place is surrounded by peacocks. Which are lovely to look at but annoying to listen to.
It's the legendary giant baby of Oahu!
Down into the surf.
Hannah warns off the paparazzi.
Beach, mountains, etc.
Those holes aren't footprints, they're the handfuls of sand that Pete ate.
