Forget about the order

I've decided, what the heck, I'll just post photos and you can kind of figure out the sequence of the trip. Here's certainly a few from the start, including Walz, below, on the fun hike up to Diamond Head. The sky is always that blue, the grass always that green, and the water (in other photos) always that warm and inviting.



The first trip to the beach was through the little bar in the Royal Hawaiian, a huge pink hotel. Like most of the other hotels on the beach, it had no doors at all. Just walk in, walk through. The store fronts are available to the elements, which basically consist of warm breezes and sporadic drizzles. We later found a more elegant way to the beach (instead of cutting through people eating dinner) but we used this particular path a good two days before that bit of sense hit us.



Walz, Erinn and Emily act all nonchalant right before grabbing Adam and hauling him headfirst into the ocean.



Waikiki beachfront. As the afternoon wears on, the tourists begin to head home. The weather doesn't change too much, though, so it doesn't really matter. And really, would being in the ocean during the sunset be such a bad thing? Uh, no.



As we waited in line for the Cheesecake factory on the first evening, Adam struck a pose with one of the local flowers.



Just like NYC and Philly, there are plenty of street acts. The man dressed in newspapers is no exception. However, he didn't seem to be the type who lashed out at you if you say, took his picture and then didn't give him money. I took two, actually. There was also a newspaper dog, but after repeated kicking, we determined that it was fake. Come to think of it, this guy would be really screwed if you threw your cigarette in his general direction.