Arrived - Not a different state, more like a different country

As I write this now, I am sitting in a plush, leather chair, which is located in the apartment of some friends in Oahu. We've been in Hawai'i since August 29, and this is the third island that we have visited. I am very happy to have an internet connection and a place to quietly catch up on e-mails and update the blog--true, this doesn't really vibe with the uber-relaxed, nature-infused culture of Hawai'i, but it's nice to get back to technology at least for a few hours.

Our last location was the quiet "friendly isle" of Molokai. Molokai is a beautiful, small-town community with friendly people. The people are friendly as long as you "Don't Change Molokai. Let Molokai Change You." And they do welcome you to visit and welcome you even more to leave. It's not that they are completely against newcomers, but there is something very special about the island that remains in jeopardy with each new person that moves to the island. Too much of the wrong person would spoil it.

And the wrong people would become discouraged quickly when they arrive to the island at 6:30 pm and all of the motels are closed to new guests, save for one which runs $298 for a room, and that the small town they drove through looking for the real town was actually the largest town. But, the right people soon figured out that it was possible to throw their tent up on the side of the road and sleep without being accosted by the police or vandal. The right people learned that sure the motels were closed, but camping cost $3 a day per person, and that everyone knew everyone else, people were genuinely helpful and the grocery store stayed open late along with a restaurant called the Molokai drive-in.

I must mention that I am typing this while wearing my bathing suit, and I've already been to the beach this morning, I went jogging on the beach last evening, and I'm positive that I will be back on the beach later today.

My goal with this blog will be to post photos, journals, and quips about our adventures in Hawai'i; however, I have learned that when you are living out of suitcases and campsites, it's not always easy to keep a blog updated. For example, I cannot post any photos because I can't download any of my photos onto my computer; my USB connection for my camera is packed away in storage...on another island. Convenient.

Also, I can't post any journals because my journal is in our rental car, which is currently transporting Neil and friend to ACE Hardware store. I chose to stay behind for the internethardboiled egg I ate yesterday morning have caught up with me today.

I have a tan now although it's accompanied by some white connection and privacy time in the bathroom. Apparently, all the coconut I've been eating or that Rorschach test on my chest; Neil tells me that it's called "Haole rot". Lovely.

Other than that, I'm doing great here. More updates to come later.