I'm sitting here listening to Hawaiian music and the gentle crash of the surf, while the dusk fades into night looking at the twinkling lights going along the shore to Diamond Head and wondering . . .
Why the heck would anyone fly all the way to Hawai'i and stay in Waikiki??
Really, now, it's a row of high-rise resorts on a stretch of sand, connected by what amounts to a shopping mall. If you substituted gambling for the ocean, you'd have Vegas. And Vegas is cheaper and closer to home.
Don't get me wrong, Hawai'i itself is lovely and wonderful. I've spent a bit of time on Maui, Kauai, and The Big Island and enjoyed them all. And I don't have anything against Honolulu either, it can't help it that it's grown up into a big city. Living in the middle of it in a high-rise apartment could make sense for a lot of people.
But to get on a plane for 5 hours from the West Coast, or 9 from the East Coast or Japan, just to go stay in Waikiki? It's like going to EPCOT to see France. I wonder what it was like here 50 or 70 years ago, before all the hotels and 747's full of tourists? That's the Waikiki that the songs and dreams are all about.
I came here to compete in the Hawai'i Star Ball, and despite a PMS-induced stressed-out beginning (note to self: chill the heck out!) it all ended up great. We came in 2nd place, and I feel like I danced decently. Will check the video later....