Hawaii on a Tuesday Night Whilst Sitting in my Pants

On the eve of our honeymoon, I'm sitting in a pyjama top, bed socks, my British pants with a mug of Horlicks blogging. How very rom.

I was having a mini fit earlier, as I was so excited about our impending trip. I don't want to go on about it too much, but the whole place just blows my mind. As a long-time Rough Guide aficionado, who has recently lapsed into using the ever so matter-of-fact Lonely Planet (it's like reading the Independent back home), I would highly recommend the Fodor's 2014 edition of the guide to Hawaii. They are so descriptive with their words that I feel like I'm there already. (I don't want to do Rough Guides a disservice, but they never seem to have the most up-to-date editions. The writing is generally excellent with the British sarcasm being the best bit.)

The Boy was amazed by my amazement at the place. The mind boggles - at the place, not him. How can it be sunshine-y on one side of the island; rainy on another bit; snowy at the high bit; and then full of lava in another high bit? That's just too crazy. Plus they have a beach with green sand and loads with black sand. As I said the mind just boggles. Apparently, they have 11 of the world's 13 climatic something-or-anothers. It's an incredible fact when you hear it in it's full glory. We're going to spend the equivalent of a deposit on a house in Hull on a couple's massage by the seaside - we'll have to dodge the folk going past on their donkeys eating candy floss. And don't get me started on the food...

I have decided that we'll have to go again. If nothing else, then for the crab-fest Luau at the Hapuna Prince Hotel. Apparently, it's excellent and very good value. Am booking my next trip now...