Ok, slight departure from plan, but now with nothing more exciting than me spilling honey all over the front passengers seat of my car this morning (nasty mess it was, too) I can move on with our trip to Hanauma Bay.
Hanauma Bay is the most awesome place to snorkel on Oahu, usually. On the day we chose for our excursion, it was cloudy, windy, cool and the water was murky. We decided to make the best of it anyway. It didn’t deter the other visitors either as it was fairly busy. We took a cab–maybe not the best way to go from Waikiki, as it was $45.00, but we didn’t rent a car. We took the bus back which turned out to be fine although a little lengthy with all the stops (took about an hour), but for $8.50 for the five of us, who can complain?
The parking lot where we were let off was at the top of the cliff. The entrance is there with a gift shop, a snack bar and restroom facilities. We paid the park fee here, then walked down to the bottom after watching a video that is mandatory for all guests, and informs visitors about not touching the reef, the sea life and general snorkeling rules.
We made our way down the long hill–75 cents if you ride the bus down, 1.00 if you ride it up–hey, they know you are tired! We found a nice spot on the beach, and crashed, while the boys contemplated the cold water.
As I walked with Roo and Buzzard on the way to our spot, Buzzard made a comment about the coarseness of the sand. For some reason it reminded me of the time we went to the outer banks when he was about three, so I said, “Well, at least you don’t throw up anymore when you walk on the sand.”
He looked at me perplexed. “I used to throw up when I walked on sand?” He asked.
“Yep.” I replied. “You threw up whenever you didn’t like the sensation of something.”
I then began to list all the things that made him throw up. Washing his hands, putting his legs into jeans, whip cream, dried beans (which incidentally was my favorite form of therapy–a giant container filled with dried beans that they played in as though it was sand). I then told him of the time we had gone to the outer banks and his cousin (my niece) had taken them out to play on the sand, and had come back in almost immediately to tell me he had thrown up. She was shocked to hear me say, “Yes, he does that. Just let him keep walking. He’ll get used to it.” Buzzard finds this information interesting, since he can’t really remember it. He runs his toes through the sand, shrugs, then heads for the water.
The boys and I explored up the beach where the famed “Toilet Bowl” is, an area where the water swirls within a circular rock area like a toilet bowl, but unfortunately it is barred now. This made DH sad, as his fondest memory was sitting in it with his siblings when he was a freshman in college.
We then went up and got some lunch from the snack bar–captive audience-boy was that expensive.
The boys snorkeled at bit.
Then Bugs and I went on a photo expedition.
It was a relaxing day, and one in which I was reminded of how far we’ve come.