Only 4 days until the flight home to Igloo-land!
The sunrise is quite pretty today.
I'm translating quite a bit and head out to the water or for a bike ride whenever the adrenaline rises to uncomfortable levels.
On one of these bike trips: After I had stopped away from the road in the shade next to the King Kamahameha Hotel and had completed a few phone calls, I saw some tents in the hotel's parking lot. At first I thought it was just another triathlon's changing area, but upon further exploration I found another market. Only about 10 vendors were outside, while about 50 more were inside a large hall of the hotel. The initial perusal did not show much beside the usual tourist crap, but one stand caught my eye. The stand was manned (womanned?) by a slight Asian lady that was selling gorgeously carved and inlaid wood objects.
At 4 pm Grandma announces that she has spotted a turtle on the rocks. Given that just 3 days ago she couldn't tell whether a full-sized man walking over those same rocks was one or two people, I don't put much trust into her 'discovery' at first. But she is right. I head down to take some turtle-portraits.
|Laying eggs must be exhausting or boring or both.|
|Darth Vader Crab ready to JUMP !|
|selective tanning. Thanks Teva !|
It's still Friday? Where has all the wine gone? Where did those 2 empty bottles come from?
Good night, world ;-)