Email from Caro: Hawaii

Fiji was OK, but the lesson here is: Don't stay at the "CLUB FIJI RESORT", Nadi. Go straight to the white-sanded, gorgeous Sheraton.

Even if we hadn't just come from the 3rd world, I would have loved Hawai'i. Magnum PI. Hawaii Five-O. Steve McGarrett. Dobermans and Higgins. Jake and the Fatman. Starbucks caffe Latte (with real milk). Old Navy (thanks Ann & Kim, I now own a gorgeous pair of super flares and floral PJ bottoms). 

Room service. Our own clean bathroom. Elvis impersonator shows. The beach. The warmth and the blue sky. The friendly people. The cable TV. My free lei from "Hilo Hattie" 'cos I got on the wrong bus and ended up ass end of nowehere. My new hairdresser, Keone and the free tickets to his drag show for Saturday night. Gap. Fresh fruit and vegatables. 

Newspaper delivered every morning. Ala Moana Shopping Centre. Free hula shows. Funky people-watching opportunities. Starbucks Frappacinos. Our lanai (verandah). Blue Hawaii. 3000 Miles to Graceland (if you haven't seen it, it is my new favourite movie ever). Sephora Cosmetics. 95 cent Mai Tais. Large fat people with loud clothes on, and so obviously not from Hawai'i wearing sun visors and leathery tanned within an inch of their peroxided blonde hair (Oi! I'm not talking about me here!).

I love it here. I am coming back as a local in my next life. OK, gotta go have more adventures, Brownie arrives tomorrow for some frolicking in the sun and lycra wearing fiascos. Later

Caro 

"The chick with great purple & leopard print boots"