I know why farmers tend to make an early start to their days. It takes time to wring the bird’s neck, pluck the feathers off and then gut it so that it will be ready for dinner later that day. Why not just knock on the front door and ask to be eaten? I am guessing that is why we refer to the dim witted as bird-brained. Or supervisors.
We heard that Calgary had about a foot or 20 centimeters of snow overnight. That really drives home the fact that every cloud has a silver lining. Well, not for anyone in Calgary.
Today Arwen told us of a place she saw on Man vs. Food and really it was a dare that we had to take up. The place was in a town called Laia. It is the home of Brigham Young University Hawaii chapter. Kind of the opposite of the Hawaiian Chapter of the Hell’s Angels. So, the place is called The Hukilau Café and is home to the famous Hukilau burger. We had the steak sandwich and it was exceptional! The prices were very reasonable and the service was…well, we were served. The gentleman at the next table had the burger and he assured us that it was more than fantastic. Mind you, his opinion might not count since he was an American and a diver.
We went across the street from the café and sprawled out on Laia beach. Louise was driven to walk almost to the horizon along the beach while I was stuck guarding the stuff. Never you mind what stuff! It is important stuff that we can’t afford to lose. It was a very quiet beach, with virtually no Mormons at all. It is hard to tell there were no Mormons because they tend to blend into most situations but I think I would have noticed two guys with black pants with a white shirt and tie on bicycles pestering people on the beach. There was a guy from Brazil or Equator or Chile, but he was older, in a bathing suit and I didn’t see a bicycle anywhere.
Our next and last stop was at The Turdhole Beach Resort. It was very nice, having a golf course, condos, a hotel and what else???…hmmmm…oh yeah, a beach. We had the bar and restaurant recommended to us, but since it was $5 to park for over ½ hour we decided to leave. Strange name though? You would think that a name like that would drive people away. Oh, Louise informs me that it is called The “Turtle” Beach Resort. That makes more sense. My bad. Just between us, it did seem to be a bit of a turd hole.
We went back to the room and sat around sweating for a while. I know how to have fun! For dinner we walked over to an old bus that serves up fresh shrimp. How can this go wrong? Luckily, I will be eaten by shrimp before I eat a shrimp. Hot dogs deluxe for me! How can this go wrong?
We sat and watched the sun set. No wonder the water is so warm. Every night the sun takes a dip.
Well, another day in paradise.
Say goodnight Gracie…
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