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My Hawaiian Vacay: Day Ten

My day started w an eight mile hike around the base of Diamond Head...we plan to hike up to the crater before we leave. 

Stopped to chat with a guy on a Harley along my hike ( seriously, some of my best stories start with that line...). I'm fascinated with the concept of owning a bike and only being able to go around in a circle! The circumference of Oahu is only 230 - some miles...I mean how boring would that get? He's never ridden anywhere else in the world on his bike...sad. 

Stopped and talked to a surfer who was waxing his surfboard and his feet, yes, his feet. I asked him if he did this every day...and yes, almost every day. He told me the surf wasn't very high today though.

Did a little shopping - okay, a lot of shopping - for souvenirs and gifts. Found a couple of shops for unique hand made jewelry. I also collect skulls and when I find both in one...Bingo! 

Picked up,a,Koa wood carved motorcycle with a freaky tiki God like rider...ape hangers and all. Another set of black cultured pearls, and the obligatory 'Aloha' Hawaiian print shirts for everyone. Went to Walmart for the best prices on Kona coffee, macadam nut Hershey Kisses ( yes....), and Guava Macadamia nut cookies...yes, I'm lugging all this home.

Our excursion this eve was a trip to Honolulu Harley Davidson to buy tshirts. They sell several different brands of bikes ( so their owners can drive around in a circle...) and didn't have a huge selection of Harley motor clothes, we came, we saw, we bought the tshirts. They DID have an in-store tattoo artists, not something I've ever seen in a dealership.


It is Farmers Market night on Waikiki; fresh food everywhere at a fraction of the cost of the restaurants or convenience stores. We loaded up on salad and fruit for my lunch, chose Pad Thai, BBQ chicken, and lobster balls ( I know...) for our dinner, and of course I snagged a couple more of those yummy Hawaiian donuts for our dessert. Over dinner on our balcony, we both agreed we are ready to come home...had enough of Oahu.

Saw this 'toe' truck as we walked to the market

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