I keep thinking of profound (or so it seems at the time, but maybe that’s the nitrogen narcosis) things to blog, when I’m under water, or on a dive boat, or looking at pretty girls sunning themselves on beaches, lizard-like in the hot sun. But then later, here in my condo, between the cooking of […]
I keep thinking of profound (or so it seems at the time, but maybe that’s the nitrogen narcosis) things to blog, when I’m under water, or on a dive boat, or looking at pretty girls sunning themselves on beaches, lizard-like in the hot sun.
But then later, here in my condo, between the cooking of dinners and the bedding-down of kids, and the daily fatigue of a trip on the go, i can’t recall what I meant to write, or i can’t summon the energy, or simply don’t have time.
I’m not complaining. Snorkeling, diving, hiking lava flows, or just laying around on a beach in the hot sun, all beat out blogging. But i had a vague notion of a daily travel blog as with my fiji trip. For some reason, it simple hasn’t seemed important.
I hope, though, to have pictures to post when i get home at the end of this week; and possibly video since I have a DVD of my manta dive last week, professionally-shot footage that one of the video people described as ‘national geographic quality’.
I’m here for three more days. Tonight, we have the full tourist experience, the luau. Tomorrow is my birthday, and i plan to spend it underwater, hopefully with an all-day adventure trip that will take me to the far-south Kona coast to dive areas that rarely see dive boats; last time I did one of these trips I saw a twelve-foot hammerhead, so I’m looking forward to it. Wednesday is my last full day here, and while plans may change, my youngest daughter wants me to rent a harley and take here for a ride. And who can say no when a pretty little girls says take me for a ride, daddy?
This trip has gone by far too quickly. I’ve been busy, yet not in any way harried. I’ve had time to do most of what i wanted to do (not all, it seems that cannot happen on a hawaii trip – i need to live here). I do not look forward to being home or to dealing with Real Life; only missing friends (both real life and virtual/distant whom I lack time to keep in touch with while I’m here) makes me in any way long for anything but this. My kids asked for my three wishes yesterday as part of some game, and my first was to live here, and the second was to transport certain key individuals here with me.
The islands call me. I hear it all the time, and never more than when I’m here. Nevermind that the islands in my genes are in a loch in scotland; this is home.
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Ah, big guy, you’re having fun. The only thing you may want to keep in mind for the next vacation is a little touch recorder you can download into files on the ‘puter to remind of thoughts to blog about when you do feel like punching some words into the keyboard.
And no… You know you want to as much as she does 😉
Have good dives.
Happy Birthday, mang.
Mine’s today. I got a very nice birthday gift, too. 🙂
Enjoy tomorrow. Dive some, sun some and Ride with the little one, and have a birthday to remember. How often to you enjoy turning older in the Island. We had some cake in my house tonight- I’ll enjoy it in your honor tomorrow. Today it was for someone else.
Bali Ha’i will whisper
In the wind of the sea:
“Here am I, your special island!
Come to me, come to me!”
Your own special hopes,
Your own special dreams,
Bloom on the hillside
And shine in the streams.
I can’t get that out of my head now.
That was a pretty piece of writing, by the way, for an off-the-cuff post.
It’s now officially your birthday, I guess. Have a happy one!
Enjoy your dives!
Take me for a ride, daddy?
–on your next birthday, maybe 🙂