so we rented a cabana again for the morning (where we were treated to cold water and a cool cloth delivered by the little cabana boy - boy, i miss him...) i started my third book, which i'm now almost done with after the flight home.
when our cabana time was up, we got cleaned up and headed up to the north shore in search of the famous giovanni's shrimp truck again. after much driving, only about 2 miles farther down the road from where we turned around on our last search - we found it...we have been emitting garlic ever since. i don't think i've ever eaten so much garlic in one meal, and we eat a lot of garlic. it was shrimp scampi like no other, and i was glad we got to try it before we had to leave.
we headed back to our resort after one final drive through the north shore and prepared to head home. we made an attempt at sunset again, but the clouds interfered a bit, though not as much as the night before, so this is about the best shot i could get. we sat on beach chairs, watching the sun go down on our vacation...literally and figuratively.
we retrieved our luggage and headed out of the resort. we stopped to get some 'sushi to go' for the plane ride home and tracked down a 7-11 to get a hawaii-famous musubi. what is musubi you ask? remember that earlier discussion about the popularity of spam here - well, musubi is essentially spam sushi. we were standing in an abc store in waikiki, in their 'food section' (and i use this term loosely) when i looked over and saw a 'warming case' like you find in a gas station here with this weird wrapped thingy in it...and i think to myself...that looks like spam sushi. i read the sign "musubi" - good grief. i call jason over and cover the sign and ask him if knows what that is (the spam looks the farthest thing from appetizing in this particular warmer -though if you were to ever ask my grandfather, spam would never look appetizing...) his answer was no, what the heck is that? i uncover the sign and we have a bit of a laugh at the spam sushi. later, as we're cruising in our convertible, a commercial for 7-11's two new musubi flavors comes on, and thanks hawaii for voting 7-11 the best musubi on the island (is this an oxymoron?) our new mission - find a 7-11 with musubi before we leave...so we order our sushi and head for a little trek through the town in search of 7-11...low and behold, we find one and here's what's hanging in the window...score!
yes, jason ate it. i could barely handle the smell in the car. and that's one hefty chunk of rice, so jason didn't end up eating his sushi until we were already more than half way through our plane trip home.and now on to the plane trip home. one unique thing about the honolulu airport is that a majority of it is open-air. at one point when we arrived, we were walking past a gate that a plane was pulling up to, on the other side of the wall with no windows, literally FEET away from us. it was LOUD, but also really cool. it was hard to capture in a photo, but here's my attempt. i'm standing at the 1/2 wall, with no window, looking out at the airport. to my left in this picture, is another plane, much closer, that but picture didn't look as nice.
we grabbed a box of fresh pineapples (one for our airport taxi driver tara, one for my parents and one for us...and it's making my kitchen smell AWESOME right now!) there is really no way to compare fresh from hawaii pineapples versus those that are in meijers here...it's like they are a totally different fruit.
and here's our 'compare and contrast' photo on the plane ride home. we were taking a red-eye, and at this point in the vacation, we had not been up past 10pm on any night, most of the time going to bed around 8pm! so to have a flight that didn't leave until 11pm was taking it's toll on us. the great thing was that we really did sleep on that first leg from honolulu to phoenix. here's hoping it helps with the jet lag...
one thing to note about the age of us airways' fleet of planes, each plane we took (four in total) had ashtrays in the arm rests...
the last 30 minutes or so of our flight into detroit was enough to make me never want to fly again. the storms brewing overhead created huge amounts of turbulance that left the entire cabin motion sick. we were hot, faint, adjusting our air vents and trying to keep whatever food we had left in us in our bodies for what seemed like an eternity when we were making our descent into detroit. and we land safe and sound, with just some lingering nausea, to the rain coming down. that's when i knew, my vacation was over.
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