Ladies and gentlemen.....
The Hale Kokio!
Someone said Kokio means hibiscus.
It's about as good a meaning as any for four of the twelve letters of the Hawaiian language strung together (sorry, I just had to point out how more than half of the English alphabet just....disappeared on the trip across the Pacific. It's worse than Amelia Earheart!).
Oh, yeah, speaking of trips, we took one. To Kauai (Kaua'i?....I give up).
It was a a grand total of about twenty three minutes in the air--barely enough time for the stewards to pry the still-juicy cartons of....well, juice from our hands.
It was just our kind of trip!
We got into Lihue, which seems to be the happening place on the island, sorted out everything, and headed all the way north to Kilauea, where the Hale Kokio (House of the Hibiscus perhaps?) awaited.
And our glorious (and now semi-permanently sandy on the driver's side) rental car!
And the palace!
There are chickens everywhere! Is that homey or what?
Trust me, your life would have been sadly incomplete without seeing a picture of me, shirtless, in front of a grill. It's one of those once in a lifetime opportunities.
....keep telling yourself that.
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