Yes. Hawaii is literally paradise.
After roughly 6 days on Oahu, I can say with a certain degree of certainty that paradise is real. It doesn’t come cheap, and you have to compete with thousands of other paradise-seekers, but paradise can indeed be found there.
I never considered myself the type that would stay in a resort. But age, fatherhood, and marriage can change one’s perspectives on many things, including the preferred type of accommodation for a family with a two-year old, and a wife who enjoys the finer things that backpacking doesn’t include. I have nothing against backpacking nor anything against my wife. My tastes have simply changed over time.
‘Did you go surfing?’
‘Well, you missed a great opportunity.’
That was the brief conversation I had with someone today.
I like surfing, even though I have only tried it twice in my life. But I also love my son, who can’t surf yet, and is just trying not to drown while wading around in the kiddie pool with water wings. And I love my wife who would prefer other things to surfing.
So getting some surf lessons wasn’t high on my priority list, and I’m totally fine with that. In short, I wouldn’t consider any time in Hawaii a missed opportunity of any kind, but rather, a fortunate experience just to be there.
I ate too much.
I applied plenty of sunscreen to my white skin.
I enjoyed discounted shopping.
I went to the popular touristy spots.
I had a bloody fantastic time.
So there, mister missed opportunity.