It was a long travel day getting to Hawaii, but we pushed though it as best as we could.
The first leg to Honolulu was not bad at all, and Camille did pretty good on the flight. Could be a different story coming from the older gentleman sitting next to Glen. She just talks a lot and asks so many questions, as any normal 3 year old would be- so you can't really blame her.
Hawaiian Airlines provided a "breakfast box", which was quite pretty that I didn't want to open it.
Inside was a bread roll smothered with cream cheese, dried fruit & a mac nut cookie.
Gotta love that 45 minute nap CJ took, thanks turbulence!
As if the flight wasn't long enough, the 2-hour lay over in Honolulu sucked. And we still had to deplane and wait. We just wanted to get to the Big Isle already...
The Kona airport was pretty cool- much smaller than Maui's airport and the waiting areas are outdoors and similar to huts, no walls.
Crazy story...
Even calling a week ago to confirm everything...plane, hotel and (especially) our car rental, we almost didn't get a car. The Iron Man Triathlon on Saturday wiped the car rental companies out.
When the shuttle drove into the rental area, something didn't feel right...it was practically empty!
We checked in to get our cheesy little economy car and here is the spiel we got.
"Right now we don't have any cars, they are all rented out. We are really sorry, people are not returning cars and extending their rental. <bullshit> We will gladly shuttle you to your hotel and tomorrow at the earliest, your car will be driven to where you are staying."
OH NO YOU DIDN'T!
There were about eight other parties before us that were getting the same rigmarole..
I was about to call management or corporate to put in a formal complaint.
But slow your roll sister...low and behold, within that duration a few cars were returned and they moved faster than shit to get them cleaned and prepared for us.
Cheesy little economy car turned into full 4-wheel drive big truck!
Big truck for the Big Isle!
Our first day on the island was pretty shot.
The ultimate plan was to hit up Da Poke Shack for dinner and head up to Waikoloa Beach and check in. Well, Da Poke Shack was located in Kona where Da Iron Man Tri was taking place.
Obstacles galore...blocked streets, pedestrians, parties, police, yellow tape, bikers and runners- oh my bikers and runners training EVERYWHERE!
Of all the years vacaying here on the islands, I've never seen so many fit and crispy people in Hawaii at one given time.
Day 1 down, more to follow!


























