Just a silly little TR - Run Away!!

[Sandy Mouse]

Enjoy the recitals. My dd does hip hop too and has her two recitals the end of June. I don't know about you guys but we pay $20 bucks a head each night per person, getting a little out of control! Especially with size of my clan... I can see a Broadway show for less!. Of course dd wouldn't be in it.

Each of my granddaughters has 7 free tickets for relatives, and that will cover everyone who wants to go... and a couple of my grandsons who don't want to but will.

 

[WDisneyMom]

Another jump over from Queen's PTR. I have only read your first post and I'm in! You are a riot, I expect you to keep this up the entire length of your TR!!

 

[pkondz]

One more quick note. Recitals are over... One morning/afternoon dress rehearsal, three evening recitals... catching up on some Dis homework... Done!

Tomorrow, starting shout outs and work on the next chapter.

 

[pkondz]

If it's Saturday morning that must mean it's...

Shout out time!

Many years ago, when I was 7 months pregnant with my first born, I was playing in the ocean at Jacksonville Beach in water about 3 feet deep. A sting ray swam up along side me... I didn't know a pregnant woman could run that fast, and in water, too!

And I can just see it too!

Down here in southern Louisiana, it's Sno-balls everybody is crazy about. I don't see the attraction. And you can't find a Dairy Queen anywhere!

Well, no. Of course not. It's hot down there. Up here where there's snow on the ground for over half the year, we have Dairy Queens all over the place... and private and commercial ice cream places filling in wherever there's a gap.

There, now doesn't that make sense of it all?

ummm....


There are 2 DQ's that are close to the Interstate on our route to Disney World: the one at Diamondhead, MS, we would hit way too early in the morning, so it's only useful on the return trip, but there's one in the Florida panhandle that will be seeing me soon!
An M&M DQ Blizzard is my Zebra Dome!

I'm partial to oreo cookie blizzards myself.... but I get your point...

zebra dome blizzard......... Oh.... My... God...

Great chapter Ponzi. Good for your girls, standing up on their surf boards like that. I doubt that it's as easy as it looks. I've never tried to surf, but I can see myself always flipping the surfboard out from under me.

Thanks! Yeah, they both did really well. I had some misgivings when I booked the 2 hour lesson... what if one or both can't do it? Then what? I needn't have worried.

Ductum of course.

Of course... Where's Red Green when you need him?

Well, we're offsiters actually. We have timeshares at Sheraton Vistana Resort (1wk 2BR) and Silver Lake (1wk 3BR). We tend to only use our Sheraton regularly, and trade our SL for other vacations. Would like to stay onsite someday, but DS has severe food allergies so we need to cook for him, and I can't afford a full 2BR DVC villa. It was our first trip to Disney where we found the wonderful world of timeshares on a rental. Bought one (resale) a few months later and haven't regretted it for a moment!

So you manage to get down there fairly often then?

Oh, wait. You say you trade. So you get to other places as well then.

Either way, it all sounds great.

We will be staying at SVR Friday-Sunday March 8-17, a couple of weeks off of your trip if I recall correctly. SIL and her two boys will be joining us Sat-Sat if I can find a trade for another unit.

Nice!

I too, don't like Ouzo, mainly because it's icky. But I can picture that with maybe MANHATTANS poured over it, sitting in a bowl filled with MANHATTANS, with MANHATTAN chaser on the side. Better yet,, freeze the MANHATTANS and then just shave the frozen drink and save time and energy.

It'll never work. Can you see yourself mixing the Manhattan... then putting it in the freezer... then standing by the freezer waiting for it to freeze... staring at the freezer... still staring...

I give you one minute... minute and a half tops. Before you break down and rip that puppy out of the freezer.

Your not going to like this, but we have a Dairy Queen 4 blocks away from our house!

Yes, his name is Tom, and he came out of the closet 3 years ago, he's the one that delivers the milk and cheese to all the grocery stores in the area.
ok,,, just one,,,

Not that there's anything wrong with that... delivering milk and cheese, that is. It's a fine profession.

No, really, we are less than a mile from DQ,,, and no,,, I haven't been there in probably 5 years!

Because you're not a huge fan of ice cream? Or because (like us) you've found something better?

Once, a few year ago, I visited my mom over in Germany. Got up in the morning, grabbed a bottle of water she always had from the fridge and poured my self a glass and took a big swig. Let's say that was a very unpleasant surprise

Good Morning! Good Morning to you!

That will have to wait for another day, long and stressful day today

The day's over, lady. Spill.

Awesome surfing pics! I like the one of you most of all, LOL!!!

Thanks. It was an accurate depiction of my surfing prowess.

Maybe surf school at Typhoon Lagoon could help

I did think of that. But gotta be honest here. Where's the fun of surfing in non-shark infested water?

you know two years ago when my daughter turned 21 I threw her a "kiddie" birthday party and we made "sno-cones" with the Pucker flavored alcohol (because they are colored as well). They have the green apple, watermelon, blue raspberry and one other one (pink but I can't remember the flavor). Anyway the guests could mix their own flavors together and have multi-colored grown up sno-cones. Was very fun, especially for us grown ups WHO don't drink too often and got to see the kids (I say this because all of them were at least 20 years younger than me but NO ONE was underage!) the next morning BUAHAHAHA

Evil!

Way to go!

I sure hope Elle is a daddy's girl, or else this comment may land you in some trouble with Ruby. You did remember that Elle is reading this TR right?

"Mom. Do you know what dad just posted? He was checking out the surfer girl."

ummm.... oh, crap.

We're in that season, too, but I only have to go on Saturday (2 performances - all day). It's only the reheasals yesterday and today, and Grandma's presence is not required.
I'm wondering if the little one will leave the stage voluntarily after her numbers or if they'll have to chase her as they did once last year. She got a taste of performing and really really liked it.

The little ones are always a hoot to watch. You just never know what they'll do. I remember one year a little girl spent the entire time waving to her parents in the audience... totally oblivious to all the other kids dancing all around her. Good luck to your DGD!

No, no, non! ('scuse my French). It is carpe ductum. Seize the Duct Tape! Best friend of many an armchair handyman. It's a saying often heard around our house after a crunch, rip, or tinkle noise.

Odd. In our house you normally hear a toilet flush after a tinkle noise... But you do whatever's right for you.

Not judging.

The flavored ice just brought me back to Epcot. That lovely Grand Marnier ice at the stand near the French Pavillion. And I knew just enough French to order it.

Grey Goose Slushie... it's on my list of things to try.

We have our first ever recital this weekend. Dress rehearsal with full hair and makeup (on a 5 year old) on Friday, and The Big Show on Saturday (to be attended by 14 family members). It's going to be a long weekend.

But it's going to be a memorable one! Have fun!

Enjoy the recitals. My dd does hip hop too and has her two recitals the end of June. I don't know about you guys but we pay $20 bucks a head each night per person, getting a little out of control! Especially with size of my clan... I can see a Broadway show for less!. Of course dd wouldn't be in it.

I don't recall how much the tickets were. Hmmm... maybe in the $15 - $18 range? I haven't bought tickets for the last few years, since I volunteer, so I'm either backstage or up in the 2nd balcony with a group.

But you never know.... maybe someday our DDs will be on Broadway and we can get free tickets, then.

You might want to figure out how to turn off the flash on your camera. I didn't realize until the night of the program last year that flash photography was not allowed. I had never actually read the directions so I couldn't turn it off on mine.

Funny you should mention that. There doesn't seem to be any rules about use of flash during recital. Maybe there should be.

I was up in the balcony on Wednesday night and a group of younger kids was on stage.

flash, flash... flash... flash, flash, flash.... flash... FLASH!! The whole theatre lit up.

Kids didn't miss a beat though.

Each of my granddaughters has 7 free tickets for relatives, and that will cover everyone who wants to go... and a couple of my grandsons who don't want to but will.

Free tickets! Nice.

Ah yes. Every young boy's dream. To go sit through a dance recital.

Another jump over from Queen's PTR. I have only read your first post and I'm in! You are a riot, I expect you to keep this up the entire length of your TR!!

Hey! New person! Welcome to the mayhem. And you are correct, if I don't post another chapter soon, there'll be a riot.

Good luck to Elle and Kay!

Good luck, Kay and Elle!

Break a leg Elle and Kay!

Thanks for all the well wishes!

Now I better get my butt in gear and crank out another chapter... plus I've gotta get a picture out of the camera of the baking I did early last week... before the recital madness took over my life.

 

[laura74]

Ponzi, you slipped to page 2!



I'll bump you back up.

 

[Queenofallthings]

I see I have a bit of catching up to do!!

 

[pkondz]

Ponzi, you slipped to page 2!



I'll bump you back up.

Heavens to Murgatroyd! Thanks Laura.

That's what you get for not posting chapters quickly enough... that and peoples like you and Nebo write gooder than me do so all peoples go there.

Bonus points if you know where "Heavens to Murgatroyd" comes from ... without Googling it!

 

[pkondz]

I see I have a bit of catching up to do!!

Welcome back! And yes, you do. But I'll wait.

 

[pkondz]

Are you caught up yet?

 

[pkondz]

How 'bout now?

 

[pkondz]

How about.... NOW?

 

[mmeb144]

Welcome back! And yes, you do. But I'll wait.

Are you caught up yet?

How 'bout now?

Enough stalling, mister! Where's a new chapter?

 

[pkondz]

Now?

 

[pkondz]

Enough stalling, mister! Where's a new chapter?

Oh! The pressure! The demands!


Almost done.

 

[laura74]

Heavens to Murgatroyd! Thanks Laura.

That's what you get for not posting chapters quickly enough... that and peoples like you and Nebo write gooder than me do so all peoples go there.

Bonus points if you know where "Heavens to Murgatroyd" comes from ... without Googling it!

It's on the tip of my tongue. I can hear the voice and he says "even" at the end of his sentences.

Well, this is going to drive me crazy. Thanks Ponzi. I want to say it's a lion. Or am I thinking of the Cheeto cheetah?

 

[laura74]

I'll have to check back for your report later. Heading to a pool party!

Wow. This forum has a lot of rules. I have to wait 40 seconds between posts. Interesting.

 

[dana0801]

Heavens to Murgatroyd! Thanks Laura.

That's what you get for not posting chapters quickly enough... that and peoples like you and Nebo write gooder than me do so all peoples go there.

Bonus points if you know where "Heavens to Murgatroyd" comes from ... without Googling it!

I do believe that was Snagglepuss from the Hanna Barbera cartoon franchise that included Grape Ape, Augie Doggie and Huckleberry Hound???? How's that for dating myself? I also remember Sigmund and the Seamonsters, The Hudson Brother's cartoon hour and....wait for it.... The Bugaloos!

 

[pkondz]

It's on the tip of my tongue. I can hear the voice and he says "even" at the end of his sentences.

Well, this is going to drive me crazy. Thanks Ponzi. I want to say it's a lion. Or am I thinking of the Cheeto cheetah?

So close!

I'll have to check back for your report later. Heading to a pool party!

Wow. This forum has a lot of rules. I have to wait 40 seconds between posts. Interesting.

Try posting the word 'Now' 3 times in a row.

I do believe that was Snagglepuss from the Hanna Barbera cartoon franchise that included Grape Ape, Augie Doggie and Huckleberry Hound???? How's that for dating myself? I also remember Sigmund and the Seamonsters, The Hudson Brother's cartoon hour and....wait for it.... The Bugaloos!

Ding! You remember more than I do.... although, I don't think we got all those up here.

Oh, did somebody want a new chapter? Coming right up.

 

[pkondz]

Flip Flopping in the Ocean


Roll 'em! Aaaannnnd... Action!


It was the best of times it was the worst of times.

Okay, I’m on vacation… it may not be the best of times, but it for sure ain’t the worst… take two!


It was a dark and stormy night.

The sun was shining and it was morning, so that doesn’t work… take three!


Once upon a time.

This ain’t no fairy tale, princess… take four!


It’s quiet… a little too quiet..

Well it was morning, but it wasn’t any quieter than any other typical morning… take... where were we?


Houston, we have a problem.

Just… what??


Another dull day in paradise looms in front of us. What to do. What to do. Whoop-de-doo.

Just kidding.


We woke up at a slightly more humane and human hour on Tuesday April 17 (for those of you keeping score… gotta have dates for those who don’t have any). It was probably around 8am or so….

And what’s with people spelling probably ‘prolly’? ‘Probly’ or ‘probabely’ I can understand, but ‘prolly’?

Good name for a bird, though.


Today is Windward coast day. We’re going to go to some of the most beautiful beaches on Oahu. Kailua Beach and Lanikai Beach, rated by some as one of the best beaches in the world. (Just did a quick check. Natl Geo lists it #5).


I hate beaches.

They’re boring.


Yeah, yeah. I’ve shocked all the sun bunnies. Infuriated all the laid back, take the time to smell the roses people.


Elle and Kay love the beach. They could spend all day there… and they do. Here’s a typical beach day at the pkondz household.

“Ok kids! We’re going to the beach tomorrow!”
“Yay!”
Pkondz spends the day/evening before packing and shopping for ‘beach’ stuff. Gotta have drinks, hot dogs (need wieners, buns, condiments, paper plates, oh shoot, gotta have something else besides hot dogs!, chips, maybe something else too? potato salad? need spuds, eggs, blah, blah, blah…) beach toys for making castles and moats, bathing suits, towels, sandals, sunscreen, hats, sunglasses, camera, gas for the car, cash for ice cream… the list goes on and on.

Not that it matters, ‘cause I’ll still forget something.

We drive out to the beach. Pick a nice spot. And the kids head for the water… and play and have fun all day long. I, on the other hand, sit on the beach and … sit…. On the beach… for as long as I can hold out. Usually around 6 hours or so.

Then it’s cook supper on the portable BBQ that refuses to work right… if at all. Eat (okay, I do like that part. Mmmm…. fresh air, good food), guess who cleans up? Then drive back into town. Unpack, clean up, put everything away.

“Dad? Can we go again tomorrow?”


….


I call up a place I found on the net called Twogood Kayaks. I plan on renting anywhere from 2 to 3 kayaks… but I don’t really know.

“Hi! I’ve got a question for you. I’ve got a 15 year old and an 11 year old girl. Should I rent a single and a tandem kayak? Or three singles? Neither one of the girls has any experience.”

I figured my best bet was to rent a single and a double. That way if one girl got tired of paddling on their own, they could switch. Or if they both wanted to paddle by themselves, they could take turns.

Nope. The guy at Twogood’s suggested I rent a tandem and put all three of us in it. Two could paddle and the third could ride in the middle.

Turned out to be a brilliant suggestion.


We had a choice between renting a kayak for $55 or taking a guided tour for $3.2 million.

I chose the former.


We get to the kayak place and are given a safety briefing.

“Okay, you’re going to go into the ocean here. You can paddle out to this island here. Don’t go this way, ‘cause you’ll be swept out to see where your bodies won’t be found for a month. Don’t go this way ‘cause the waves will smash you and your boat into small particles undetectable to the naked eye. Don’t go here ‘cause that’s where we keep the kayak eating sharks. Have fun!”

That guided tour is sounding better all the time.



For an extra $6 I also rent a dry bag and back support. The kids are young… they don’t need it. I’m old. Without some support, my back is gonna hurt and someone’s going to have to knead it.

What?


Our kayak is dropped off by a stream that ends at Kailua beach. The idea is to paddle around for a bit in the stream until you’re comfortable/confident… Confident? Confidant? No, that’s you… confident. Then you drag your kayak across 50 or so feet of sand and into the ocean.

Good idea, hunh?

No.

That’s like saying, “Just sit on this couch for a while. When you’re confident with your couch sitting abilities, your confidant will pop you onto this 2000 pound bull… named Diablo… bareback.”


We paddle around a bit in the stream. Very nice. There’s some small fish in the water. I even saw a crab. Things to look at…

…we’re ready for the ocean.

We drag the kayak across the sand and stop short.

There’s waves.

There’s big waves.

There’s big waves crashing onto the shore.

There’s lots of big waves crashing onto the shore.

Now what?



A woman from Kailua sailboards and kayaks offers to give us a hand. She grabs the kayak, points it into the waves and gives us instructions.

“When I tell you, I want you (points to Kay) to jump in… but only when I tell you. Then you (points to Elle) and then you." (well who do you think she pointed to then? C’mon!... sheesh.)

She judges the wind, the water, the sun, rolls some bones and ululates a mystical chant and shouts, “Go!”… Kay scrambles on.

“Go!”… Elle scrambles on.

“Go!”… pkondz flounders and kicks and squirms and wriggles and lunges and oh so gracefully finally gets into the #^%@$# kayak.

!!

Imagine a roller coaster that not only goes up and down and side to side… but back and forth and leans precariously from side to side too.

This was worse.

Once we started paddling and got a little away from shore, things settled down…. a bit. It was still pretty rough, but not as bad as near shore. I passed Kay the camera and asked her to take a picture of the ‘Mokes”. The Mokulua islands are the best known landmark off Kailua beach. This should give you an idea of the conditions. This is what it looks like after about 1/2 dozen attempts to take the picture:

This is what the other 1/2 dozen shots looked like…

After about half an hour of fairly vigorous paddling, we arrive at Flat Island. It’s a fairly non-descript, round, flat piece of land that just barely sticks above the water. There’s a small beach where you can land your kayak… and we weren’t the only ones who had that thought…

Where’s Waldo? Kay and Elle are both in this picture.

View from Flat Island:

A neat thing about this island is that because it’s round, the waves hit the opposite side of the island, split in two, swing around it from both directions and meet up again on the near side. The water sort-of makes a clapping motion (and sound) on this side. I don’t know if you can see what I mean from this pic, but… here ya go.

After a few minutes, we re-board our kayak (a lot easier this time around) and head back out. Our next destination is Lanikai beach.

We head back out into the waves, and this time we’re with the wind instead of against it… oddly enough, it’s easier.

The waves were just as big, but maybe it’s not having to fight the wind, or maybe it’s just because we’re getting used to it… but the paddling was a lot easier now.

Oh, sure. The girls would scream every time the kayak rocked a little too much, but whaddya gonna do?

We get to Lanikai and the waves are a lot smaller here. We ‘surf’ onto the beach and pile out. The girls go for a swim while I do what I always do on the beach.

Wait.


Actually, it wasn’t that bad. It really is a beautiful beach. And I enjoyed just sitting and relaxing for a bit.

Obviously, I got a drop of water on the lens while we were kayaking and didn’t notice, so those shots and the next few will have a blurred area. Ah well. We had great weather and a blurry spot. I’ll take it.

After about an hour or so of frolicking in the surf…. I never thought I would be able to use ‘frolicking in the surf’ in a sentence… we pack up and head back to Kailua beach.

I don’t mind telling you that I was a wee bit concerned about landing this puppy with those waves.

You know what? It wasn’t that bad. I tried to time it so we could ‘surf’ in on a wave. I don’t think I timed it that well, but we managed to get to shore in one piece. When we got there, another woman (or it might have been the same one) grabbed our kayak and helped us get ashore.


We drag our kayak across the sand, back into the stream and paddle back to the drop off/pick up point. A phone call and semi-short wait later, someone comes by to re-claim the kayak and… it’s lunch time.

For those foodies out there, we just went to a little market/convenience store that had a deli in the back. Kay and I both had a caesar salad wrap and Elle had a fruit salad.


I’ve kind of got mixed feelings about the kayak rental. No not the kayaking part of it. That was a lot of fun… waves and wind notwithstanding. I got really great advice about what to rent and where to kayak from Twogood kayaks but I got crucial help from Kailua sailboards and kayaks when I really needed it. Who would I rent from again, given the opportunity?



After lunch we drove into the town of Kailua and Kay spotted something she’d been looking for ever since we left Winnipeg… a Starbucks. No, she doesn’t drink coffee, but she does love the Vanilla Bean Frappuccino. Heck, I don ‘t drink coffee and I love ‘em too. We stop there and she finally gets her drink… me too… aaahhh…


Since we’re close, we pop into a Long’s Drugs and the kids each pick up a pair of flip-flops. We used to call ‘em thongs when I was a kid… until a certain other item of clothing started being called that.


It’s not a good thing for a guy to tell another guy that he likes his thongs.

Just sayin’


They aren’t called flip flops in Hawaii either. Or thongs, jandals, toesies, beach shoes or shower shoes. They call ‘em slippers. Or if there’s any possibility of confusion (too late!), rubber slippers… or more accurately, “rubbah slippahs”.

I kept reading how everyone wears rubber slippers to not cut feet on coral, or when going out, and leave your slippers at the door…


It was months before I figured out what they were talking about.



Lunched, Starbucked and slippered out, we headed back to Honolulu. As were driving along, I see a little pull out on the side of the road. On an impulse, I pull over.

Anywhere else, there’d be signs and possibly paid parking for this view. Here in Hawaii… meh. Just another achingly beautiful vista.

Farther up the road was one of those signed, paid parking kinda spots. Pali Lookout. We park the car and wander over to see the view.

See the little kid at the bottom left of the picture? You probably missed him at first glance. I didn’t really notice him myself. Just another kid running around, no big deal. I don’t know if you can see it, but he’s got a big grin on his face and he’s holding a flip flop (rubber slipper/thong/toesie/jandal/beach shoe/shower shoe) in his hand.

This kid runs out until he’s just below us and throws the footwear (ha!) as hard as he can off the cliff.


My first thought was one of annoyance. Where are this kid’s parents? Is that your shoe? Or a sibling’s? Do you think your parents are going to be happy with you throwing away something that your folks had to pay for? Or maybe you just found it. That still doesn’t give you that right to just litter like that.


Did I mention that this is the Windward side of the island? See the ocean in the distance? Notice how the vista is kind of bowl shaped? All the wind in the world moves across a bare ocean until it finally hits Hawaii on this side… then gets funnelled into this bowl and blasts up the mountain.

The flip flop goes out about as far as you would expect it to go when a small boy throws it… but instead of dropping down to land somewhere below the point of origin… the wind grabs it and blows it up and over our heads…. about 50 feet over our heads!

When we’d had enough (funny how even the truly breathtaking can become dull with time) we walked back to the car… and passed the flip…. shoe…about 100 feet from the edge.



Let me now introduce you to Witchin’ Betty… except her name wasn’t Witchin’ Betty.

It wasn’t Baby Betty…
Or Blue Betty…
Or Bingo Betty…
Or Bratty Betty…
Or … you get the idea.

Betty was our brand spanking new GPS. Betty could be very helpful sometimes… and other times…

Like this time.

I wanted to go back down on the road we came up on and continue West to Honolulu. But Bit… Betty insisted that I go down a different road.
“You sure?”
“Yes I’m sure. Don’t question me. I have millions of dollars in satellites telling me. You on the other hand are merely human… and really... not that bright.”

I couldn’t argue with that logic. So I took the other road. We of course came out right back on the Highway that we were on earlier… going East.


Ummm.. weren’t we going West before?


Betty’s got it all figured out.

We continued East for about 10 minutes until we came to a T intersection. We then turned left onto another highway. Ha! Look at those poor suckers heading in the opposite direction! Sucks to be in that traffic jam!

Betty then takes us into a residential neighbourhood and we weave through backlanes and sidestreets only to emerge back onto the highway… and into the traffic jam.

Eventually we get back onto the original highway and half an hour after visiting it… we see the turnoff for… Pali Lookout.

“Hey kids! There’s the Pali Lookout! Anyone want to go?”

Chorus of boos from the back seat.

Geez, it was just a thought.



Back at the hotel, Ruby gets off work and joins us in our room. I’ve got something ‘special’ planned for supper. Special for me, anyway. I’d looked up places to eat and this was one of the spots I was hoping to try. It was only a mile and a half away, so we decided to walk. I suggested a walk along the beach (as opposed to the sidewalks along Kalakaua Avenue).

We arrive at our destination… Teddy’s Bigger Burgers. It’s a chain that I hadn’t heard of before but had read about online and in a few guide books. 1950s décor and great burgers and shakes… and they were good, too.

I forgot to take a picture of the burger… okay, I was too hungry to stop... but here’s a typical shot from the internet.

Yummmy!!! Cardiac on a bun. What’s not to love?



After dinner we waddled down Kalakaua and window shopped. We popped in and out of a few places (Nebo, somewhere here is where I picked up your hula girl) until we came up to…



FOREVER 21 Cue extremely foreboding music.


If you aren’t familiar with this store. It’s a young lady/older girl clothing store. Ruby turns to me and says, “I just want to pop in here and look for something for Elle. I’ll just be a minute.”

Those are some of the most frightening words a wife can utter. But since Ruby has to work all day while I’m out playing and having fun, it’s the least I can do to let her do what she wants when she’s not working.

“Sure, honey. Go ahead. Take your time.”

Who’d have thought that she’d take me at my word!!!


I stood around just outside the store for about 5 minutes.

I moved over to the edge of the side walk.

After 10 minutes, I found a pole to lean against while I waited.

After 20 minutes, I found a guard rail that I could perch on.

An hour goes by.

Hey! This is like going to the beach!

An hour and a half goes by.

This is longer than the average lifespan of a may fly.

To an elephant though… it just seems like an entire lifetime.

Actually, now that I think of it, the elephant would’ve waited 5 – 10 minutes then charged into the place sending bits of plaster and shattered glass flying through the store. Spearing a few rackfulls of clothing with his tusks, he triumphantly trumpets his song of victory!!!


I just waited.


Eventually, Ruby and the girls exit the store and we stagger back to the hotel.

The last thing I do, before fading to black, is remember to charge the battery for my underwater camera, for the next day…


…aaaaaaannnnd…. Cut! Print it!

 

[Backstage_Gal]

That’s like saying, “Just sit on this couch for a while. When you’re confident with your couch sitting abilities, your confidant will pop you onto this 2000 pound bull… named Diablo… bareback.”

That was a great chapter, Ponzi, thanks. Everything looks so beautiful there, and kayaking sounds like fun in the ocean. Glad you went, I'll just stick to couch sitting though...