After a six hour plane ride, the usual rigmarole at the airport, and an hour long bus jaunt into the heart of tourist-centric Honolulu, we grabbed some sandwiches for dinner. As I type this, the students are having their digestive on the artificial lawn that forms the core of this section of urbanism-on-steroids Waikiki. Nothing like an introduction to the tropics with natural gas-fired tiki torches and Christmas light (incandescent, not LED of course) wrapped palm trees. All on a bed of AstroTurf. Waikiki just screams authentic Polynesian culture!
One clear advantage of overdeveloped Promenades: you can charge your cell phones at the base of a palm tree by just plugging in to the convenient sockets.