Again, Day off, Honolulu.
Our JAL charter plane landed in Honolulu at 6.30am with its passengers mostly resembling a dogs breakfast. It was sunny and warm, though having only had a couple of hours sleep by the time I got to the hotel I was feeling more sick and stunned than anything. 8am and its still Tuesday. The hotel is OK, if abject luxury in a tropical paradise is your kind of thing. I had a bit of breakfast and went for a stroll. It was a tad surreal as the place appears to be some kind of retirement village. Not very rock, it has to be said. I ran into others wandering, equally stunned - Gerry, Sharon, Jack and we gravitated toward the beach front cafe, in a gathering of the damaged. We sat and talked rubbish for some time, then I finally gave up at about 3pm and went to my bed.
Waking up at about 8pm in the pitch dark was deeply confusing. I staggered up and managed a cup of tea and second breakfast of the day, trying to get a handle on the fact that its still Tuesday. Headed over to Bruces hotel which, in sharp contrast to ours, is a massive resort which was just jumping. Bands playing, lots of holiday makers and troops in uniform - it was all a bit full on. Trying to find somewhere quiet and semi-normal for dinner was a challenge, but we eventually had some kind of success. It was all going well until the waiter (who I think liked us) produced a huge, spontaneous, unordered, bizarre, dry-ice-spewing , chocolate desert. He placed in centre table then retired, leaving Bruce and I to gradually be enveloped by waves of dry ice, flowing over the table and off all sides down onto the floor. I know we are jet lagged all over again, but even so, it really didnt seem like a normal situation to me.
Having survived the surrealist chocolate experience, we took a stroll on the deserted beach to calm ourselves. I even had a paddle in the pacific. What a mad life, suddenly finding yourself on a pacific island in the middle of the night. And its still Tuesday.