By the time the staff at New Zealand’s National Aquarium noticed that he was missing, telltale suction cup prints were the main clue to an easily solved mystery. Inky had said see ya to his tank-mate, slipped through a gap left by maintenance workers at the top of his enclosure and, as evidenced by the tracks, made his way across the floor to a six-inch-wide drain.
The wife-on-the-way pointedly corrected my misunderstanding of how logic is applied, when I attempted to use her reasoning back on her.
"Logic only applies when I use it."
Thank you for clarifying that dear.
We're at a resort in Kauai for a few days before her maid-of-honor appearance at our friends wedding in Waikiki next weekend - when I play: "Kevin Smith films Prince."
Quick stop at Costco on the way in from airport to get Hawaiian coconut vodka. Made from sugar cane and filtered through lava rock - of course.
POG +Vodka
A funny moment came when we walking around the site getting acquainted with the grounds and we realized we had to return to the car to put a parking pass in it.
It was overly warm and humid as we hadn't changed out of our travel clothes yet and the wife-to-be was whining more than usual about melting.
Oh c'mon it's not *that* hot!
The W2B suggested, rather than walking all the way through the open-air resort, that we go through one of the guest rooms that was open while it was being cleaned by the maid and jump out the window and just go run out to the parking lot.
So what? It's a short drop.
Glad to say saner heads prevaled.
We were almost amused by the entitled matron who, when I pointed out to her that this a no cell phone area said: "I know the rules!! I live here!" and proceeded to continue her cell phone conversation.
The sign says "please" so I don't have to comply.
I'm seeing signs around the resort they use local sourced food as well as fruits/veges grown on the resort's on-site hydroponic farm. Resort also has a huge solar array over the employees parking facility.
There are also two separate huge 12 Megawatt solar farms providing almost 10% of the electricity on the island and save over 2 million gallons of gas a year. Nice to hear as 4 years ago the locals said Kauai could be almost 100% self-sufficient but at the time was less than 3%.
We had lunch at one of our fav local places, Tip Top in Lihue. Good local food & experience. All the waitresses service the restaurant pushing carts around with food and setups.
Pancakes, Wing dings and fried rice. Superb!
Tried a new place for lunch:Makai Sushi inside a local grocery store.
The Gorilla Poke bowl was excellent. As was talking with the chef who was full-bred Burmese, born and raised in Thailand and now here cutting fish for the locals and Haoles - us white folk. He correctly nailed D as Hapa - 1/2 breed.
Gorilla Bowl
Tired and hungry after a hard day ziplining
We like it COLD when we sleep (probably related to the whole melting thing), and since all hotel thermostats use IR motion sensors to disable the thermostat during the night, I reprogrammed it to maintain the temperature. Good reference should you need this in the future. W and Hyatt hotels all use this.
Her preferred 65 degrees should be cold enough for anyone.
The hotel had a space-age toilet system. One I never figured out completely.
Not quite *that* space-age
I get the whole electronic bidet thing (mostly)...
The electric seat was the oddest part. I think the flash of light that emanated from it whenever anyone approached was a UV light to sanitize the toilet bowl. I think.
And of course the seat was heated.
We made new friends in the form of the local birds that hang around the hotel looking for handouts.
Tab in the foreground, Ekolu in the back
At first D thought they were Hawaiian Robins, but since there is no such thing, we asked a friend familiar with the area, who said they were Hawaiian loons. The birds, not the friend, though I had my doubts.
Anyway, they're actually Kauai'n Thrushes.
They hit me up right away for snacks and told me the many "Do Not Feed The Birds" signs I see posted everywhere were only for the touristas-Hoales and I looked so much like a local that I didn't have to heed the signs. Indeed. So I told them that my fiance would never permit it. They totally understood and told me how it works here:
I'm to leave just a little food on a plate and put it on the cart to be collected and then when my fiance turns away he and his friend can eat all the food without anyone being the wiser. Win-Win - the Hawaiian way - lots of Aloha-spirit. Mahalo!
I figured it was a load of bird shit...one carelessly strewn morsel and we'd be up to our ass in feathers and beaks. Which did indeed prove to be the case.
I was telling this humorous story to some friends over drinks for entertainment value and one of them asked me - seriously - if I thought the bird was really talking to me.
What? You didn't grow up in a Disney cartoon
where all things talk and are anthropomorphic?
How sad for you.
Three weeks ago I wrote about furry-porn and how it was possibly the weirdest thing I've seen on the web. Well, it has been surpassed: 10 Sex Toys Designed by Aliens.
Definitely NSFW
I'll leave you to it.
Have you heard of the Abilene Paradox? It's a real thing. Even if you haven't heard of it, you have most likely participated in it.
On a hot afternoon visiting in Coleman, Texas, the family is comfortably playing dominoes on a porch, until the father-in-law suggests that they take a trip to Abilene [53 miles north] for dinner. The wife says, "Sounds like a great idea." The husband, despite having reservations because the drive is long and hot, thinks that his preferences must be out-of-step with the group and says, "Sounds good to me. I just hope your mother wants to go." The mother-in-law then says, "Of course I want to go. I haven't been to Abilene in a long time."
The drive is hot, dusty, and long. When they arrive at the cafeteria, the food is as bad as the drive. They arrive back home four hours later, exhausted.
One of them dishonestly says, "It was a great trip, wasn't it?" The mother-in-law says that, actually, she would rather have stayed home, but went along since the other three were so enthusiastic. The husband says, "I wasn't delighted to be doing what we were doing. I only went to satisfy the rest of you." The wife says, "I just went along to keep you happy. I would have had to be crazy to want to go out in the heat like that." The father-in-law then says that he only suggested it because he thought the others might be bored.
The group sits back, perplexed that they together decided to take a trip which none of them wanted. They each would have preferred to sit comfortably, but did not admit to it when they still had time to enjoy the afternoon.
I find social interactions to be odd - at least - to begin with. This kind of shit makes me completely crazy. A group of more than 3 adults can't agree on anything. When a group gets together and no one is willing to tell the truth about what they really want to do in an effort to please the person next to them, who is trying to please the person next to them, etc., etc., etc. I begin to feel like a space alien. Or more likely wish I was beamed up by a space alien.
Who knew?
Where's Inky when I need him?
All for now, off to be staff videographer at our friend's wedding in Waikiki. More on that later.
Take care.
Aloha.
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