Hawai'i, March 26th: First World Problems

Aloha friends, family and strangers,

I landed in Hawai'i, bags on your back, a heart full of dreams and hopes, and a serious need for sharks ... and my day started with a mushroom, cheese and egg tacos with salsa, the ocean, and a serious sesh of chill. Sorry, Hawai'i is making me write like this!

Now that you've got the scenery in front of you, the first day was pretty chilled: playing with my GoPro, going for a swim, sorting a few life details out, making new friends. It ended with a walk up a hill to watch the sunset from a WWII pillbox. We went back down with no shoes, the mud was slippery as, then a Corona with lime sent me to bed.

The following day was like:

And ended up more or less like that:

And then things went pear-shaped:

1. after one cancellation of my dive due to poor weather - rain in Hawai'i, money back when? - my other dive was cancelled too due to poor visibility. It's not like this was the only reason I cam to Hawai'i ... oh wait, it was;

2. that was followed by the classic "this girl is super cute so I need to go snorkelling with her NOW and I don't care that my phone is in my pocket because THERE IS NO TIME" drama.

Electronics 1 - 0 Victor;

3. I had went and had a burger and it had no mustard - Trump really screwed up this country bad.

So here I am, last night in Hawai'i, whinging as usual, these are real first world problems. The struggle is real.

Mahalo for reading and ahola,

Vicou the Dry Land Gy