

We waded out into the rock-a-bye motion of the waves shortly after we slathered on a few handfuls of sunblock. Hundreds of people were playing contentedly at whatever suited them, all ages, all happy. Outrigger canoes, surfing classes, stand-up surfers, boogie boarders and plain ol' swimmers came and went.
Then a catamaran came sailing in. Ah! Now that looked very appealing. After watching them unload a set of tourists, we decided we needed to sail with them. Come back at a bit before 5 PM and see the sunset, the beach boys said, dark and muscular, lithe as cats. This boat was smaller than most of the others; the size appealed to us. They would offer drinks, but drinking was not the main focus of the trip as most of the others do.
So, we set off with about eight other passengers and three crew and made our way out past the surf lineup under power. Then, they cut the engines and the two sails were set. We caught very light air, so we just doodled around peacefully with waves slapping the hulls of the vessel. Slack key and Hawaiian favorites played on a sound system, and we watched kayakers, the other larger catamarans stuffed with people, shipping tankers on the horizon, and, of course, the sunset.
The sun went down in a flaming blaze of glory, lining clouds with a thin crisp of gold around all their edges. The gold reflected off the thousands of windows in the tall skyscrapers on Waikiki; they looked like gilded tiles from a distance.
After an hour of lolling about with sunset soaring and then waning gradually, we motored back to the beach, landed and disembarked. Now we have hit vacation mode, just as if someone beamed Time To Vacation Now! into our minds at last. Tomorrow, we'll take the top down on the convertible and head to the north shore, far from the city.
2 comments:
Oh shut up! You and your surf riding in November--when snow and cold is the rule in the northern U.S. You really know how to wound your readers....and make us feel envious.....so go jump in the nice warm tropical ocean. So there!
Okay! I'll be jumping in at every opportunity - and thinking of my readers while I'm at it. Merchants are trying to get into the swing of it by putting up evergreen wreaths - fake of course - and stenciling snowflakes on their windows here and there. It's cute.
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