To follow up the previous day's plate lunch gorge-a-thon, Kathy and I took it slow. Really slow.
After an Internet session at Barnes & Noble (thank you for your non-password protected wifi, B&N) at the Ala Moana Center, we went to the crowded food court to eat lunch at Yummy Korean B-B-Q.
Neither of us was hungry for anything specific, but Korean food at least didn't seem too unhealthy. Look, vegetables! Non-meat substances! Mostly not fried!
And then...we shared a huge combination platter, possible called the Yummy Special, of kalbi, barbecue chicken, and barbecue beef accompanied by two scoops of white rice and five vegetables. And by "vegetables" I mean "not meat," because jap chae and kimchi-pancake-thing aren't really vegetables, and the potato salad was about 30% mayo (delicious, thick mayo), and it looks like there's some fried zucchini in there. Oops.
We couldn't finish it. I don't remember how much was left when we decided continuing to put food in our bellies was a bad idea, but I think even we were surprised by how little appetite we had. The food was fine for a food court, certainly better than what I'd find back in New Jersey, and the dish was less than $10.
We stopped by Saint-Germain again (first visited on Day 2, Part 1, REMEMBER?) where I was amused by the "HAM" sticker on the half sandwich. Because it's not often I find stickers that so boldly proclaim the presence of pork.
I got a long doughnut for the hell of it. I think any normal person would be drawn to a sugar-dusted log of deep fried dough featuring a line of cream down its middle. First, note the packaging for my single doughnut: neatly wrapped in parchment paper, placed in a rectangular plastic bag, then sealed with a twist tie. And put in another plastic shopping bag. Well. If I were giving it as a gift to someone, I'd be all set.
I didn't eat it right away; tummy was still full of marinated barbecued meats. But I ate it at some point, perhaps after its optimal "eat me" stage. It was just alright. I'd prefer a higher cream-to-pastry ratio.
Kathy brought us to Cakeworks, a bakery that specializes in elaborate customized cakes, since she had previously worked with head pastry chef, Abigail Langlas. She said hi to Abigail before we dug into a fat slice of passion mandarin chiffon cake, a pleasantly light three-layer cake bound by mandarin orange-studded whipped cream, with a layer of passion fruit cream on top. I couldn't believe this huge slice was less than $3. It's earned its spot on my "EAT AGAIN" list.
If you're wondering what else happened during this afternoon of not eating much, we spent a bit of time calling camera shops and visiting Canon's office to see if I could get my sickly camera fixed on the island. Answer: nope; it would have to be mailed to the mainland. Kathy brought me to to Lighhaus Camera when I found out they had just one body-only 7D left in stock. And $1600 later, I got a new baby. ...I mean, the camera is my baby. Not a human baby. (I wouldn't have bought a 7D if not for the dead camera situation—it was out of my price range and I don't need the video function—but I'm sort of glad I was forced to get it. It'll be worth it in the long run, and surprisingly, I'm not broke. Yet.)
AndwhatsthisRAINBOW SIGHTING! I'd probably get bored of them if I lived in Hawaii, but as I'm not from magical rainbow land (I saw more rainbows during my week in Honolulu than I do in a whole year in New York City), I got excited every time I saw one.
While I'm only mildly less sedentary than a sloth, I'll gladly take the chance to do a simple hike when traveling somewhere with bounteous nature and beautiful views and the like. Kathy is less into the "hiking" thing, but she gets a pass because she grew up in Honolulu. "Whatever; seen it." She dropped me off at Diamond Head Park so I could walk the fairly easy trail that goes up the landmark volcanic crater's edge (in the meantime, she went to the mall with her sister).
First fail: I got there at 4:40 p.m. and it closes at 6 p.m. The guide at the park's entrance told me I may not have enough time to finish the hike and warned me that if I didn't get down in time I could get locked in. I don't know if that's actually ever happened to anyone, but it scared me anyway. (Upside: She didn't make me pay the $1 walk-in fee, thinking I wouldn't make it to the top. I SAVED A DOLLAR!) So, first step for anyone who wants to do this: If you want to be safe, get there at 4 p.m. Unless you plan on running it, in which case you don't need two hours. The suggested time for the 1.3-kilometer hike is 1.5 to 2 hours. It's not that long—if you're in good shape you could do it in less than an hour. I think it would've taken me about 1.5 hours, but since I wanted to meet Kathy at 5:45, I didn't bother rushing it.
I took my sweeeeeeet tiiiiiime. Doodeedoo. As you can see, the trail, which zigzags up the crater, is clearly carved out and there's a handy rail to keep you from tumbling into trees and rocks as other jagged things the human body has yet to evolve to safely collide with.
Not much you can do if rocks tumble onto you, though. So, you know, avoid them. I'm pleased to report that my hike excluded lethal rock storms.
It's a little bumpy. Wear appropriate shoes.
I'm down with stepping up rocks and stuff, but steep, towering staircases, less so (refer to previous wheeze-inducing stairwell-climbing adventures in Bologna and Florence). This staircase was just the first of four; I stopped after this one due to time. ...And I'm sort of lazy. But if I had more time I would've gone for the gold.
The view from the platform after the first stairwell ain't bad, though. I soaked in the view for a while before going back down. While I sat there, a bunch of people went past me. Oops. Well. I was content getting this view and not feeling like my leg muscles had turned to noodles, which probably would've happened if I had attempted to go to the top.
Going back down...
Looking back at what I failed to achieve....
Methinks the left-most mound is the observation station.
When I had gotten to the top of the first staircase, I thought I made it pretty far into the trail. After I saw this map, I realized...I had quite a ways to go. Ohh. Fail.
I thought this recycling bin-thinger at the start of the trail was funny. Note the shave ice cups.
ONE LAST LOOK AT THE HUMAN-FREE ZONE.
For dinner, Kathy, her sister Tiffany, and I went to their grandma's house for homemade chicken curry (accompanied by toasted baguettes), featuring big chunks of potato, carrot, and onion, lots of lemongrass, other stuff that I can't remember, and all sorts of chicken bits.
ALL SORTS. I'm afraid I don't like chicken feet. I've tried it a few times to make sure. But the non-feed bits were great. Because they tasted like chicken and not "generic protein mass."
Here's me with Kathy's grandma and grandpa to give you some sense of scale. First, the pot is motherfrugginhuge, and second, Kathy's grandma is a skinny lady (but has no lack of energy).
That's my crazyface, #16. I've got lots of em.
It was a nice to have a light eating day. Especially since I'd shove about three day's-worth of calories in the next day. You'll read about it soon, hopefully.
Diamond Head Park
Diamond Head Road, Honolulu, HI 96816 (map)