- Sunday, my slippas (that’s flip flops to you mainland haole types) got swapped at the beach. Meaning someone took my slippas – but – as is considered polite – they left me theirs – much older and too big.
- Today, got shit on by a very well fed bird.
- Later today – I left my fins on the beach by mistake. Less than five minutes later they had vanished.
- Still later today – the keycards to our room stopped working. Nobody told us that after 30 days, we needed to get new keycards.
OK, that is enough already. Slippas can be replaced for less than $5. Peroxide and sunshine fixed the orange bird shit stain. New keycards were gotten from the front desk. The fins are more problematic. They were just cheap Walmart fins, but they fit really well and were just fine for snorkeling. No leg cramps or feet blisters. They are also 10+ years old and I haven’t seen anybody with them in years.
After all that mess – mac and cheese with broccoli and tomato was all I could come up with for lunch. Maybe we’ll have ham and avocado sandwiches for dinner.
I like the concept of polite civil thievery – Hawaii improves on the mainland there. Swapped indeed.
Not leaving you some alternate fins seems like someone didn’t get with the program.
Trouble in Paradise!
Dave