Aloha

Apparently our ship cannot carry enough fuel to get from Ensenada to Japan. The one convenient gas station we had on the map was Hawaii. I hate to stopping for gas when I’m driving, but I was definitely not bummed out about stopping in Honolulu for a day.

Within 30 minutes of stepping off the ship, I started to feel barfy. I guess when you are used to living on a rocking ship, solid land makes you sick. I didn’t believe it at first, but when I felt it for myself I sure did. It only lasted a little while, and after a big meal and jumping in the water I felt like a million bucks.

After picking up a Japan Rail passes at a travel agency, we spent the rest of the day surfing, getting more sunburned, and eating like kings. The waves were going off in Waikiki and Dan, Tyler, and I were shredding the 30 inchers like pros. I can’t think of any better place to stop for a day than in Hawaii.