tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71091896135202188062024-03-05T18:16:05.646-08:00Christmas in ParadiseCherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03050012772198837641noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109189613520218806.post-6229511725275630942010-01-05T13:48:00.000-08:002010-01-05T13:48:17.819-08:00CIP: The 30 second videoEnjoy!<br />
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</div>It's Monday, January 4, and we're home. Sigh. The last couple of days were spent, mostly, at the beach. Alena, Tina and I did some trinket shopping in Kona on New Year's Eve, and had one last lunch at our favorite lunch spot. The fish tacos at Splasher's are fantastic!<br />
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New Year's Eve was relatively uneventful, until about 1:30AM, when a young Aussie, Adrian, decided take a dip in the fountain just outside our bedroom. We both thought it was Adam doing a bad Aussie accent, but no, it was Adrian and his two coconuts. He eventually wandered to where ever and we went back to sleep. New Year's night was spent listening to a bunch of drunk teenagers partying in one of the units on our floor, and imagine Rob's joy at having to chase some drunken kid away from our bedroom window as the kid was peeing on the window. <br />
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</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixxp1rRCdB35NirmY_luPuweA9gzoyMykKhAJ7g6cdONEcGQctYI3Z-1E7pWHj2BBkDyCkcvDLYdJ2DGrfRvawdymIRQpTlUKyYTZrG1pGR-rzC5OrkpxHzU28Rk_MVgf_TrSkOx77c9lg/s1600-h/maxadam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixxp1rRCdB35NirmY_luPuweA9gzoyMykKhAJ7g6cdONEcGQctYI3Z-1E7pWHj2BBkDyCkcvDLYdJ2DGrfRvawdymIRQpTlUKyYTZrG1pGR-rzC5OrkpxHzU28Rk_MVgf_TrSkOx77c9lg/s200/maxadam.jpg" /></a>We spent New Year's Day on Hapuna Beach. The surf was still too high for much snorkeling, so we had to resort to beach-sitting, at what Max has taken to calling, "Barbecue Beach." We had a weinie roast there a couple of nights ago, and so that's how he remembers which beach is which.<br />
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We had all cleaned out our fridges, so we took Mom out for dinner, but only after we had a family photo session on A Beach. Briggs will forward them eventually. <br />
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The trip home was, well, an adventure. We all got to Honolulu planning on getting something to eat in the airport before boarding. Somehow, Hawiian Air hasn't quite got the hang of being thoughtful about how to get people from one gate to the next, and we got off in one terminal and had to walk probably a half mile to the next one. There was one, count them, one restaurant between Point A and the south end of Ouahu (where Gate 32 was). With just 15 minutes till boarding time, Alena and I raced back to the restaurant, bought $15 sandwiches for each of us and raced back. The flight was full, and long, but you know that you are in for some special joy when you land and the cabin crew gets on the PA to announce that there had been a mishap with some of the luggage in Honolulu and the following passengers will need to check with the agent at the baggage carousel. You guess it. Rob's name got called. Turns out that Alena and Adam's bags spent an extra night in Honolulu. I believe they must hire Hawaiian Air employees for their ability to obfuscate. Remember last year's pilot saying, "We'll get you as close to Honolulu as possible?"<br />
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Still and all, it was a fantastic trip, truly a trip of a lifetime, and we are very fortunate to have had the chance to go!Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03050012772198837641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109189613520218806.post-12312506995731165022009-12-31T01:18:00.001-08:002010-01-04T10:43:22.034-08:00For once, the pictures firstAnd all the wordiness will come later. It's nearly 11:15, we had a great day on the twilight volcano tour, but I wanted to get this video up. It's of the new flow at Kilauea Volcano, where the flow meets the sea. Keep watching, and you will see the new lava as it is hitting the sea water. So cool to watch new land being created!<br />
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</div> We begin, today, with a random assortment of photos. A triggerfish, sunset at Hapuna beach, A Beach in the daylight, a fuzzy picture of a turtle, and Mokini Heiau.<br />
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So, I’ve been trying to find a way to create a unified piece that includes our car, our condo and our trip to Mokini Heiau. I think may have a finally come up with a theme that weaves them all together.<br />
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To begin: our 2010 Dodge Journey had 500 miles on it when we picked it up at the rental agency. Not a bad automobile as American made SUV’s go . The day after we got here, warning lights started going off. The ABS, stability and AWD systems lights go on and off with, what has now become, soothing regularity. Rob called the rental car company and they pretty much took the Greek approach: no problem. Meaning, it’s no problem for them. So far, it hasn’t conked out on us, so we shall continue to drive with fingers crossed and prayers to the car kahunas. Every once in a while it does remind us that we are at its’ mercy by giving a fairly hard lurch as Rob makes a turn or accelerates. <br />
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The Aston Shores at Waikoloa is our home away from home. When we checked in, on the 20th, we were all assigned to the same building, which has never happened before. Ok. The Wolotira branch went to check out the new digs and found…a king sized bed and a double. No hide-a-bed, just that sorry little double for Alena and Adam to SHARE. I went back and complained and the cheerfully apologetic girl told me that A) there were no rollaway beds and if there were, they would be $35/night. Yeah, that’s right. $35/night. B) they could easily reassign us. So, off we went to the next condo. It was fine, and as we began unloading for the second time, Ms. Cheerful called us to say that they had a better place for us, in another building. Newly renovated, and since we were going to be here for “13 nights, so we want you to be comfortable.” Not sure what the comfort level of someone staying , say, 12 or even 11 nights would be, but we appreciated the sentiment. The renovations seem to amount to new countertops and appliances. The bathroom (only one. The kids have a powder room to share.) that we all bathe in hasn't been done since the '80's and tiles are beginning to come loose and the corners of the tub are, well, not the same shade of beige that the tub is supposed to be. <br />
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The new room looked fine upon first inspection. As the days and nights have rolled by the condo has slowly been revealing her myriad flaws. Our king bed has a decided divot on my side and the springs in the box spring rub together every time you move, so that your motions can be heard by everyone. The kids beds are, purportedly, singles. We suspect they used Smurfs for sizing purposes because both kids hang off the beds. They, too, squeek, and the room is an oven by 8AM. One of the kitchen cabinets is unusable because it smells like a Zombie’s mouth. Window shades come apart with startling regularity, and the kids toilet has been leaking. The screen door on the kids slider fell off the very first time Alena opened it. Oh, and dead cockroaches magically appear! <br />
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We keep reminding ourselves that we are in Hawaii, so little things won’t bug us.<br />
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Except for the continuing war with the housekeepers that Tina and I are having. The deal is they come in and take out trash, make beds, and wave the vacuum at the carpet every day. Supposedly, every fourth day, the do a “full clean.” After 9 days, I was still waiting, so I asked our housekeeper when we were scheduled. She went all Philipino on me and suddenly lost her ability to speak English. “Full clean? Full clean? You ask supervisor.” Oddly, she spoke perfect English 20 seconds later when I asked her to get someone here to fix the toilet. Apparently, there’s some sort of TP and paper towel rationing, too because the kids went two days without until Alena had finally had enough and went to the office to get some. We did finally get a “decent” cleaning, which means that Ralph, the pet dead cockroach in the kids bathroom, was laid to rest. We’d been using him to gauge the type of cleaning we were getting. <br />
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One of the cooler things Rob and I have done is to go up to Mokini Heiau, which is a very large and very old Hawaiian temple. It sits on the northernmost tip of the island (if you think of the island as being shaped like a chiweinie’s head, the heiau is at the tip of Lola’s ear). It’s about as desolate a place as you can imagine—no people, few critters, and lots of wind. It is eerily quiet (except for the wind) and what gives it a 10 on the heebie jeebie scale is that this was a place used for centuries for human sacrifice. Thousands of people died there. We always think of the Hawaiians as being laid back and happy, but the ancient Hawaiians were seriously nasty people. They had a caste system that would make the Indians sit up and take notice: if you even stepped on the shadow of someone above you, you paid with your life. That’s nasty. One thing this site does have going for it is that it faces directly onto the south side of Maui, 30 miles away. <br />
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So, here’s my thought: perhaps we could resurrect the heiau, sacrifice a Dodge or two, threaten a housekeeper or two call it good?<br />
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Critter count: <br />
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Monk seals-2<br />
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Turtles-a dozen or so<br />
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Humpback whales-a dozen or so<br />
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Mongeese-many<br />
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Hawks-1<br />
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Fish-many<br />
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Cardinals-many<br />
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Saffron finches-many<br />
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Up next: Into Madame Pele's MawCherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03050012772198837641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109189613520218806.post-61207626950158328402009-12-26T22:39:00.001-08:002009-12-26T22:54:19.483-08:00Happy Boxing Day!<span xmlns=""></span><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">As you might expect, it has been a very busy couple of days. The swells have been very high, so there's been no snorkeling, but that hasn't kept us off the beach. In fact, on Christmas Eve, everyone but Mom (more on that in a second) trooped out to Hapuna Beach, apparently rated as one of the top 10 beaches in America. ( Editor's Note: how do I get a job rating beaches? It sounds like a rough job, but I'm pretty sure I can handle it.) Hapuna Beach is beautiful and roughly 10,000 other people agreed with us on the afternoon of Christmas Eve. The surf was really high, so being the geniuses that they are, Adam and Karen decided to give their guardian angels a workout. Normally body surfing in high surf is dangerous on par with, say, jumping out of an airplane, but when you add a large rock formation in the middle of the surf, that upgrades the danger factor. I'd put it in the neighborhood of say, cliff-diving in shark-infested waters to swim with seals. Our rocket scientists got sucked nearly into the rocks by a very wicked cross current and just as it was beginning to look really dire for them, the lifeguard reached them and told them how to get out of their pickle. Whew. They survived another brush with death.<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">About Mom: she'd been complaining since our arrival about having a urinary tract infection. Would she see a doctor? Not until she was up all night and running a fever. Julie took her in to a clinic in Kona on Christmas Eve morning and she even has the extra special bonus kidney infection too! Merry Christmas to you, Mom!<br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">While Julie was being a good Samaritan, Rob and Adam were golfing, which left Alena and me to our own devices. And, what do we do when left to our own devices? We go shopping, of course. I wanted to make a Hilo Hatties run, so off we went on a trinket acquisition mission. Trinkets acquired, we considered mission a success, and set off in search of sustenance. Being the inveterate explorers we are, we decided to go native and eat at the L and L Hawaiian Barbecue. The place was packed with locals, so we figured we were safe. Somewhere out there are about 20 locals laughing their asses off at fooling the tourists. The food was vile, foul, loathsome, disgusting and just plain awful. Alena ordered shrimp curry and when it came, it was 4 deep-fried shrimp floating forlornly in a puddle of thick, vaguely curry colored goo. Included with the shrimp were a half of a potato and a carrot slice. I had ordered the mixed barbecue. When I opened my Styrofoam take-away box, I found a glop of macaroni salad, a scoop of rice, and meat. On top, was a rancid fat-encrusted flanken, pretending to be Korean kalbi beef. The next layer was a fatty ¼" thin slice of beef (?), and at the bottom of this sad pile was something that could have been chicken but I could not identify what part it might have once been. Topping all this was a brown sauce. No clue what it was supposed to be.<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Fortunately, dinner was a big improvement. Julie and Karen did marinated pork chops on the grille. Everything is grilled because none of the four condos really has a kitchen up to the task of cooking for 10.<br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Christmas morning dawned windy and sunny. The Wolotira chidren have a Christmas morning ritual that they have been practicing since Adam was old enough to understand what Christmas is. He gets up and tries to sneak a peek at the loot, is shooed back into the bedroom and told he can't come out until Alena gets up, which results in him bouncing on her bed and yelling, "Alena, it's time to get up. Santa is here." She then tells him to go away (this part has become more mature in content as she has grown older). This year was no exception to the ritual, and eventually everyone was up and examining loot. Christmas breakfast was at Mom's place, a committee effort. Another ritual is the Christmas Day Beach Frolic (when in an area where that activity is feasible) and that ritual was also observed, then it was time for the last, and best, ritual of all: the Ritual of the Roasting of the Prime Rib. That, the family has decided by acclamation, can only be performed by the High Priest of the Barbecue, Rob, Optimus Prime Rib. <br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr_5VS6Et3wlReCxYrDd5lSGahWFCkgYqFXa1T_hAM98OhZFAVU3TZsv9xFq-bULtYBVJVrCiMnwnMgvtNF6cCIFs7DHepiExw_sIWC30Sq486K3NGf2nRihdupBCcdZ1Lt2x6aTcpsHHW/s1600-h/IMG_4510.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr_5VS6Et3wlReCxYrDd5lSGahWFCkgYqFXa1T_hAM98OhZFAVU3TZsv9xFq-bULtYBVJVrCiMnwnMgvtNF6cCIFs7DHepiExw_sIWC30Sq486K3NGf2nRihdupBCcdZ1Lt2x6aTcpsHHW/s320/IMG_4510.JPG" /></a>We decided to look at waterfalls today, so Julie, Karen and Mom took off at some early hour to head to the east side of the island. Because of the way the trade winds blow, the eastern side of the island is very moist, lush and tropical, while the side we are staying on is very dry and not very verdant. We met Max, Tina and Briggs at Akaka Falls, a truly spectacular falls that can only be reached through one of the most gorgeous short walks you can imagine. Beautiful tropical vegetation surrounds you: flowers, . palms, banana trees, name it. <br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIrDhC5IA38c-3kTSyaEyC-JgmeTr3zAuGpC8ROGOCR9Owz-5lnaN6NHw_sc-PFdDEll2mzpcekxo5HVjZj_MIaLcDpRn5-VNYTBSgyZx3s-QxVljCao_r7g_8veY8BYqWMihHZX5PEPrY/s1600-h/IMG_4551.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIrDhC5IA38c-3kTSyaEyC-JgmeTr3zAuGpC8ROGOCR9Owz-5lnaN6NHw_sc-PFdDEll2mzpcekxo5HVjZj_MIaLcDpRn5-VNYTBSgyZx3s-QxVljCao_r7g_8veY8BYqWMihHZX5PEPrY/s320/IMG_4551.JPG" /></a>The guide book that seems to be the book that every visitor has, <em>The Big Island Revealed, </em>recommended "What's Shakin" for fruit smoothies and lunch. Rob and I had delicious chicken tamales and the kids had fish wraps. We are still talking about that lunch and it's been two hours. How we can go from the culinary felony of the L and L to the sublime deliciousness of What's Shakin' I don't know, but there it is. After lunch, we spent a little more than an hour walking around the Hawaii Botanical Garden—more tropical paradise-ness. Wonderful.<br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">A few words about Big Island radio. There is a station out of Hilo that has a repeater on the Kona side, so we have been listening to it. It's a great rock and roll hits station and we have enjoyed listening to it. Once we got to the Hilo side, we couldn't pick it up, but we could pick up some weird station playing old show tunes, and other random songs. Ever heard <em>Julius Ceasar</em> sung as a comic opera? Yeah, neither had we. Our other aural choice was an all-Hawaiian station playing a lot of ukulele music. Not sure why the folks on that side haven't resorted to the old religion and sacrificed a few folks to the music gods to change things, but they might consider it.<br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">We're now headed back to the condo to find out what everyone else did, take in some pool time, and maybe I will get all the parts together and upload pictures.<br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Aloha!<br />
</div>Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03050012772198837641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109189613520218806.post-3829516716420938682009-12-23T10:17:00.000-08:002009-12-23T10:17:28.908-08:00LHAO or We Are The Children of BuckYesterday, our first full day, was a full day. We all slept late, recovering from the long travel day that was Sunday. We made a quick trip to the beach closest to the condos (pictures will follow once I find a card reader for my camera). Then, Rob, Alena and I headed for Kona and Snorkel Bob’s to rent equipment. Every year, Rob goes into sticker shock when it’s time to pay for the rental of fins, masks and a boogie board for Board Boy. Every year, he mutters under his breath about this being such a racket (and it is!). Every year, we go back.<br />
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Our next stop was Costco. For the second time in 2 days. The Costcos in Hawaii are like no other Costcos on Earth. It’s guerilla warfare in the parking lot, for starters. It’s Alderwood Mall on Black Friday times ten. First you have the locals, just trying to get their regular shopping done while resenting the hell out of all of the rest of us for invading their island and their Costco. Then, you have the rest of us: pasty-skinned, just off the airplane, and trying to stock up on necessities for their condos. Once you have succeeded in beating out a seething local for a parking spot, you make a mad dash for the door and a cart. Cart scored, you then enter 500,000 sq. ft. of shopping mayhem. In the mainland Costcos, there is generally a discernable flow to the traffic. Not on the Islands. I like to think of it as what the inside of a supercollider would look like from a particle-eye’s view. Everyone rushing around without any real idea of where they are going, hurling themselves at shelves, doors, and other shoppers changing course on a whim, sometimes completely reversing their direction in the space of inches. I wish my Acura had the turning radius of a Costco cart! And I wish said carts came with bac-alarms!<br />
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Supplies acquired, it was time to head back to the hacienda and start dinner for everyone. Dinner time arrived a tad too late for some, but generally, all went well. We agreed that the Adventure Branch of the family (Rob, Julie, Karen, Briggs, Adam and me) would meet in the parking lot at 7:30 this morning to try out a snorkeling beach Karen had tried out. They name a lot of beaches on the Big Island by the telephone pole number closest to the beach entrance, and this one was Beach 69. It’s a beautiful beach, when we got there at just slightly after sunrise, the only other people on it were some folks from one of the small cottages that were along the beach. They mentioned that they’d seen turtles and monk seals in the bay, so we set off in search of things marine. <br />
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Before we departed the three Children of Buck realized that Dad must be in heaven laughing his ass off at us. Here we were, the sun barely up, getting ready to go find fish. Briggs thought it could only be a true “Code of the West” moment (must be out of bed at 0’dark thirty and looking for fish ASAP) if we didn’t find any fish. Julie thought it required an element of bone-crushing misery. We all agreed to be miserable in spirit.<br />
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Every year, on the first snorkeling trip, it takes me about 20 minutes to work out the heebie-jeebies. That whole being immersed and breathing through a tube while Jaws stalks me thing just takes a few minutes to work itself out. The rest of the swim was pretty uneventful as the water was pretty murky but at one point Rob did have to use his daddy voice and his marine biology brain to convince Karen that it was not a good idea to follow the black-tipped reef shark around. We actually saw better things onshore: a pair of monk seal pups playing around the rocks just off the beach. After we were all out of the water, Karen, Julie, Rob and I decided to check out some other beaches and that’s when we started seeing the turtles. We probably saw a dozen of them, swimming in and around rocks, feeding on algae. How cool.<br />
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The afternoon was devoted to a raid on Kona. We wanted to get Mom out to do something and we thought the Kona International Market would be a good place to start. It’s a whole bunch of vendors of tourist tchotchkes in an open-air market. We were there for a little while and then we split up: Julie, Karen and Mom to Safeway and Target, the rest of us to the tourist area in Kona. That’s where we encountered the world’s largest shaved ice (sno-cones to us old fogies). Adam acquired a snappy new hat and I had to buy some Donkey Balls (choco-dipped macadamias). Yum.<br />
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The plan for tomorrow is more snorkeling but the weather is pretty windy, so who knows?Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03050012772198837641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109189613520218806.post-29318003235527502302009-12-23T10:16:00.000-08:002010-01-04T11:26:58.261-08:00364 Days LateAs difficult as it may be to believe, I am writing this whilst shoehorned into a middle seat of…Hawai’ian Air flight 27. That’s right. The flight 27 that we were scheduled to depart on a mere 364 days ago. I won’t believe our year-long flight delay is actually over until we are wheels down in Kona but we are a lot closer than we were!!<br />
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Both kids made it home without incident although I will confess to some parental angst when Adam texted me last week and wanted to know if I could give them a weather report for the Siskiyous. The weather wasn’t bad, but I’m a mom and it is my job to worry! I also suffered some more angst a couple of days later when Alena was coming home because the weather in Eastern Washington was crappy, but she made it. I keep telling them that they wouldn’t have made it if I hadn’t worried them home, a belief they both just roll their eyes at.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjwtbDaCwNoO6JOiBh99dYNRUgxfQs6W9P0B3md-OlpkpjOqNln-8HZhq16N2kXhooN5yKlvehif4EN0YVqHunRIQoD7SYYXknyKxfOT-XhXkkfSI7OvLt1y3ra1f0PIJuwEpMVYxfvUuP/s1600-h/thechair.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjwtbDaCwNoO6JOiBh99dYNRUgxfQs6W9P0B3md-OlpkpjOqNln-8HZhq16N2kXhooN5yKlvehif4EN0YVqHunRIQoD7SYYXknyKxfOT-XhXkkfSI7OvLt1y3ra1f0PIJuwEpMVYxfvUuP/s320/thechair.jpg" /></a>Nearly all the shopping has now been done, save for the Costco and Hilo Hattie’s runs that will need to be made once we make it into Kona. I have tried my best to be a personal economic stimulus in North Seattle, so now it is time to do my patriotic duty in Hawai’i. We all spent most of yesterday running around packing, with the invaluable aid of the Three Amigos, our canine personal assistants. William Wallace was convinced that he needed to personally inspect every item that went into my suitcase and any time the top of the suitcase was down, he would poke at it with his nose. He would then look at me as if to say, “Kibble Lady, how the hell am I supposed to supervise your packing if you can’t keep the suitcase open?” Alena had much assistance from Fernando and Lolita, but even those two couldn’t seem to keep one of our pesky dining room chairs from trying to stow away. The dogs certainly knew something was up and they were pretty sure it wasn’t going to end in a dog party. <br />
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Our arrival at the airport was reasonably uneventful. Olga, the shuttle driver, was late because she couldn’t find the house. Rob tried to give her directions but she was somewhat reluctant to go past the “Dead End” sign that marks the entrance to our driveway. “Damn Russians, you can’t tell them anything,” he muttered not so under his breath. Check in was fine, TSA no big deal, the dash for the gate the usual scramble. Thanks to the advent of texting, Julie was able to ask me to get coffee for them while they were shepherding Judy through the check in and security lines. <br />
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Ah. What would a Sea-Tac Christmas be without the entertainment? Once past TSA, we were overjoyed to be entertained by a wandering steel-drum player playing “Let It Snow.” Whoohoo! Just what I needed was a steel-drum ear worm, but even that couldn’t be beaten by…the Victorian-costumed vocal quartet from last year. Yup. They were back, and they still haven’t learned A) to harmonize, or B) another song besides “Angels We Have Heard On High.” Gloria In Excelcis Mahalo. <br />
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So, here we sit, in a cramped tube hurtling across the Pacific. Mom just observed that she can see water out the window. It had better be water, or we are going to have to have a geography lesson with the pilot. It is my hope that “We’ll get you as close to Honolulu as possible” is still the idea.Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03050012772198837641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109189613520218806.post-18197919791127663332008-12-23T12:49:00.000-08:002008-12-25T19:19:44.844-08:00When the pilot says "We'll get you as close to Honolulu as we can."Sunday, departure day, began very early. Like 4:15AM early, but we figured that we should get to the airport as early as possible. By 5:00, we were in the hotel shuttle and on our way. So long to the snow that continued to fall. Bye-bye icy roads. Ta-ta Winter Wonderland!<br /><br />Standing in line at the Hawaiian Air counter, a guy behind us mentioned that he'd checked the web and our flight's 8:05AM departure had been delayed until 6:20PM. Oh, well, we thought. We can sit around the airport for 10 hours. Briggs and Tina decided to take Max back to the hotel, Mom and Dad had arrived by hotel shuttle and decided to stay at the airport with us. Julie and Karen had rented a car and were lost in the wilds of the City of Sea-Tac. They eventually found their hotel and hunkered down until checkout time.<br /><br />The morning passed relatively uneventfully. Plane-free, but uneventful. The plane was rumoured to be enroute from Oakland, where for some inexplicable reason, it had spent the night. Every hour or so, some member of the Hawaiian Air staff would make an announcement, "The plane is in the air and should be here soon. When it does get here, it will take about an hour to get it cleaned and ready for your flight to Honolulu. We thank you for your patience. Mahalo." Around 11, they announced that they had breakfast vouchers for us that could be used at any of the fine eateries in the airport. Hmm. That should have been a red flag to us, but gullible souls that we are, we just figured it was the airline trying to be nice. A couple of hours later, they announced lunch vouchers, too, and that both could be combined if we wished. Hmm. That should have been another red flag.<br /><br />At 5:30, the airline staff announced that because we likely would be arriving in Honolulu after the last of the shuttles for Kona had left, we were to meet the agents at the gate in Honolulu and they would rearrange flights for those of us continuing on and they would be putting us up in a hotel. Fine, we thought. As long as we got out of Seattle, we didn't care. The snow, which had been steadily piling up all day began to come down much faster and in big, fat flakes. It was as if we were looking at an airport snow globe.<br /><br />Have I mentioned the entertainment provided by the Port of Seattle? They apparently calculated that the best way to lure the 3,000 stranded passengers that were their guests into a false sense of holiday complacency was to provide seasonal entertainment. The entertainment included four Victorian-costumed carolers who strolled throughout the terminal singing "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen "ad nauseum, two costumed folk driving a golf cart around and using a bullhorn to sing "Santa Claus is Coming" off-key, and the piece de resistance: a bell-wearing elf on a unicycle. I swear I did not make that last one up. When she wasn't riding the unicycle, she was doing some bizarre elf dance while towing a boom box on a rolling luggage cart. Oh, and the period cosutmed carolers were texting on their cell phones when they weren't annoying the hell out of the crowd with the one song they all knew the harmonies to. Good times.<br /><br />About the time the hotel announcement was made, the Dance of the Snowplows began on the runways. There must have been about a dozen of them. Wait. There were a dozen of them. We counted them. Several times. The plows lined up on one end of the runway, and plowed up and down the length of the runway. Up and down. Up and down. It actually was kind of fun to watch this very intricately choreographed dance. For the first hour. Then, a small truck with a blade on the front began plowing the tarmac at our gate. Hope! For more than an hour this truck just pushed the same pile of snow around. We finally concluded that the driver just liked playing with the snowplow.<br /><br />And, then there was the fire...Just about the same time the Dance of the Snowplows began, we noticed a whole lot of emergency vehicles rushing to our end of the concourse. A few minutes later, a bunch of police officers asked everyone to evacuate. It seems there was a fire in one of the cafes down the concourse, so they wanted us to move, literally, 100' up the concourse. Not sure how that would have made any difference, but when an armed policeman tells you to move a hundred feet, you move.<br /><br />Around 6, a plane arrived. (It is an airport, after all!). The airline staff at our gate took off for the other gate. Apparently, they were concerned that our plane had pulled into the wrong gate, but no, it actually was where it was supposed to be. Then, at 6:30, they announced that our plane was here and had been on the ground for a half hour waiting for instructions. They mentioned something about a traffic jam on the jet way, but there had only been maybe a half-dozen planes to land in the last two hours so it is difficult to imagine how there could have been a traffic jam!<br /><br />Oh, happiness! The plane pulled up and whole bunch of very grumpy-looking people deplaned to a gate full of very grumpy people. "We'll be ready to get you on your way in just about an hour, as soon as we can get the plane cleaned and fueled," those hilarious yarn-spinning Hawaiian Airlines staff told us. Screw that. As long as there wasn't vomit on our seats, the 11 of us were perfectly content with a dirty plane. I'm pretty sure that the other 289 people sharing the magic of the day with us agreed.<br /><br />By this time, it was 9PM, three hours after our rescheduled departure. Several of the other airlines had cancelled all their remaining flights. It's snowing like crazy and has been for hours. The roads are in terrible shape, but Alaska thought it wise to advise people that if they were from Seattle, they should go home and call customer services to reschedule their flights. Huh? How the heck were they supposed to do that, when the Port can barely land a plane because of the crappy weather?<br /><br />After making that "one hour" announcement a couple of times, the agents must have gone to the captain and told him that the next announcement would be made by him, not them. He finally got on the PA system and gave it to us honestly: We were waiting for deicing equipment to arrive and then we would load and they would get us "as close to Honolulu as possible." Hmm. Considering the geography of the Pacific, that didn't sound too encouraging. Oh, and they would be putting us up in a hotel in Honolulu when we did get there. <br /><br />The second announcement made by El Capitan came at 10: we would not be leaving until sometime between midnight and 2AM because we were waiting for their contractor (Delta) to deice the plane and they were busy. Looking at our watches, we realized it was time for a drink. Julie and I set off to the nearest bar, where the bartender was just announcing last call. At 10PM in an airport crammed to the rafters with stranded travellers. The least they could have done was open all the bars! We did manage to get a martini and slurp it down before they kicked us out, so the trek wasn't totally in vain.<br /><br />As soon as we got back to the gate, they announced dinner vouchers were being handed out. At 10:15PM. As all of the restaurants were closing. Brilliant!<br /><br />Realizing that we were going to be there for a while and that Dad was getting sleepy, Rob and I set off to find a blanket for him. There were people trying to sleep everywhere. It looked like a scene from some Apocalypse movie. Bodies draped over almost every surface, some covered, some not.<br /><br />At 12:30AM, (some 19 hours into this holiday happiness) the airline staff announced that our flight had been delayed until 10:30AM. Imagine the spontaneous showing of joy and rapture that erupted! Smiles were on every face and sincere wishes for holiday peace and love were extended to them and theirs. Yes, it was a truly magical moment for all of us and one we really hated to end.<br /><br />To make a long story short, (like, when have I ever been able to do that?) we spent the remainder of the night in a hotel as the snow continued to smother the Pacific Northwest. By the time we got back to our Home Away From Home, Hawaiian had cancelled our flight. More heartfelt holiday wishes were extended to Hawaiian Airlines for their honest and efficient handling of the situation.<br /><br />So, now, we are scrambling around trying to create a Christmas where none was planned. I had thought I was going to get most of my stocking stuffers at Hilo Hatties but I guess that won't be happening. Given that we are supposed to get 3-5" more snow tonight and then it will turn to rain over the weekend we will be looking for the extra sump pump and making sure that there is gas for the generator it might actually be for the best that we are here.<br /><br />A word about the beleagured Hawaiian Air staff. There were three of them. They started their shift at the same time we checked in at 5:30AM and were still on duty at 10AM the next day. No supervisor could be found to sign off on meal vouchers because no supervisor was on duty. The situation was completely out of their control and yet they worked 20 hours straight with good humor and much grace. Kudos to them for their warmth and professionalism. Believe me, when the letter gets written about this, they will be highly praised. They were rock stars.<br /><br />Mele kalifrickinmaka!Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03050012772198837641noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109189613520218806.post-87706911451003710262008-12-20T21:25:00.000-08:002008-12-20T21:56:20.427-08:00An Auspicious BeginningDeparting on our bi-annual Willoughby Assault on Hawaii is always an adventure. Traveling with a group of 11 is much like I would guess moving a circus is like. Most of the group goes one way while a few didn't get the memo and are off doing their own thing. We always have a great time and eagerly anticipate the next trip.<br /><br />This year has begun in the manner of the last trip, in 2006: with a major weather event. In '06, it was the Great Blackout. This year, it is the SNOWSTORM OF THE EPOCH. Okay, to be fair, the SOTE is a real event. We had snow a couple of days ago, something that sends Seattle into complete paralysis, and it did. They began predicting SOTE last weekend, and they were right. It started snowing about 4pm and and by the time we left the house at 4:50, the roads had turned to complete crap. Rob had the chains on the car, and it still took us an hour and a half of sliding and creeping down I-5 at 20 mph to get to our hotel. On any other bad day, that's a 45 minute trip. We had decided that if the roads were going to be bad, better that we are close to the airport than fighting them at 4AM.<br /><br />Briggs, Tina and Max are staying in the same hotel so we decided to find some dinner together. The "Ginger Kitchen," the cafe in the hotel was packed. In our wisdom, we decided to walk a couple of blocks to...Denny's. Yum. It, too, was packed but we decided to wait it out. They were shorthanded, so the wait was far longer than the predicted 15 minutes. No sooner had our food been served, and Max projectile puked on Alena. Sort of takes the delight out of a Denny's New York steak. Oh. Wait. That steak was pretty awful on its own. About the texture of an old tennis shoe left to tenderize in the middle lane of I-5 on a snowy day. I'm pretty sure the remnants of someone's chains were still lodged in the gristle. I<br /><br />Leaving Denny's was an adventure, too. It looked just like something out of "Dr. Zhivago." They are prediciting high winds and snow for the rest of the night and the snow was blowing by pretty darn hard. <br /><br />Hmm. The whole Wolotira branch of the family is watching "Sweeney Todd" right now. <br /><br />Next: The clan descends upon Sea-Tac. Will they get out on time?Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03050012772198837641noreply@blogger.com0