Brandon's Old House

Saturday we decided that we had had enough of the beaches in Waikiki and perhaps there were better, less crowded ones on the island. Brandon came through, telling us that we should come up to Kailua to visit him, see his apartment and his old place as well. We went to a little festival near Brandon's apartment in Kailua and then he showed us the former bachelor pad. Some of his friends were still living there, hence the access. The house was nice, although you could certainly tell it was being rented.

But none of that was the point. It was house, backyard, beach. And that was very impressive. We swam around in the ocean for a while before heading back home, convinced that we needed to find someone who was really rich who had a place like that we could use anytime.

Brandon, acting as a tourguide. If you know Brandon, you'll realize why that's scarier than driving with me.



Walking back from the little festival in Kailua. Things were wrapping up when we got there, which basically meant we got free water-ice type stuff (although Brandon managed to sneak a couple bucks to the Boy Scout troop trying to raise money.) Good job Brandon. Just about made up for getting lost on the 5-block walk back to the apartment.



The view from the beach at Brandon's old house. The one of the right is off-limits, although you can kayak and/or ambitiously swim to the one of the left.



Let's see, wake up, walk downstairs, pour some orange juice, walk out to backyard in barefeet. Not a bad deal.