I’m feeling a little grumpy because our room, Marilyn’s and mine, in the Hawaiian Monarch, with its advertised corner window and water view—is a minute corner of the Alawai Canal. It has no lanai either. Psychologically I need a lanai to step outside this prison of a room.
Earlier, I fell asleep beneath a palm tree at the Hilton Fish Pond and I am red enough to prove it. I woke up this morning with a headache and I was doubly grumpy. Such a dramatic change in surroundings. Life has left me feeling discombobulated. I am more tired than I realized. Bone tired. A deep exhaustion factor. Hopefully the Islands will soon work their magic.
Waikiki has gotten even more so Waikiki on steroids, and the guides blitzkreig us with color and chaos, they offer little by way of bargains. Definitely a more expensive town than when I was last year four years ago. Of course, I stayed with my friend Kathie the last time, in Haiku, and so avoided the whole tourist mess.
This is Marilyn’s first time here. So we’ll be touristing somewhat. More Japanese and European here than ever, though, Waikiki, which means the gathering place, has always catered to a cultural admixture of folks and everything is either bi/trilingual. The selling of a dream in foreign tongues.
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