Taking the local Expedia expert's advice from yesterday I skipped the free welcome breakfast and orientation, having already an activity agenda defined. After exploring the half of the resort I missed yesterday, instead I took a barefoot sojourn down Waikiki Beach all morning. Parts of it were a bit pebbly, but there really is nothing like soft sand beneath your feet and foamy surf rushing through your toes to wash the cares away. I did a little beachcombing along the way, and although this beach seems fair devoid of shells I did spy an interesting bit of flotsam in the waves: a little arrowhead-shaped rock with a tuft of green moss atop it, like a carefree crop of hair. After salvaging the naturally-occurring troll-doll artifact (perhaps a menehune of local legend?) and snapping a few macro photos of the cheeky surfer dude, I let him continue on his way in the great ocean. One day maybe we'll meet again, on this beach or another.
My wandering took me all the way to a neighbouring pier down the beach, where I climbed to the very end along the volcanic rock outcropping to get a more immersive oceanic perspective. In the infinity of the watery horizon, sailboats and parasails made their way, and white waves rolled lazily beside. I washed my feet free of sand in the surf caressing the rocky pier before slipping my sandals back on and strolling back to the hotel.
Now for some lunch before I take a submarine tour of a reef!
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