The luau was fun (food tasty, dancing good, endless drinks a-okay), but once again I suffered from the excess of other tourists. The people at our table didn't really talk to us, and we had way more fun chatting with "Cat," the waitress. But, well, whatever, if they weren't pumping tourists through their milking machine, the event wouldn't have an excuse to exist. At least the hula was great (and seemed very authentic, nice to get a history of the dance) and all of the food was fresh and tasty. But really, did the people at our table have to act so put out about all of the food?
Afterwards we hit the Local Motion store (you can actually hear the waves crash behind them, SO COOL!) and I got a, er, red and black t-shirt with Chinese mythological animals on the front I saw someone wearing at the luau ("I had to get something to put over my bikini ..."). It wasn't a bad day, but this seems like a long time to be in any one place and I can't get a good vibe going here doing all of this stuff with, well, not ugly Americans, but, I don't know, clueless travellers. I'm looking forward to going home again and having a nice relaxing time seeing movies, plays, and ballet, and playing games until my head pops off.
Shall try to get in a final post tomorrow before we go to the airport. I need to hit the hay if I'm going to be paddling an outrigger at 8 AM.