Oops...

Our honeymoon began with a little hiccup. Two of our bags did not make it with us. The two that did come had the clothes. I was glad. B was pretty upset that the golf clubs would take another day to arrive. I had to remind him that it was him and I on our honeymoon and that golf was secondary. Try explaining that to a golf addict who has been seeing snow and subzero temperatures the last eight weeks! Oh, ands it’s still my birthday. My 29 hour birthday!!

Going to Maui is like going to Pune from Bombay. The latter is fast and people rarely have time for each other. Pune by contrast sleeps for two hours in the middle of every weekday. Life in Maui is clearly laid back. There are not too many roads where the speed limit is over 30. Ten and twenty are common. One amazing fact about Maui – the birds here are fat lazy slobs. I am yet to see any avian on this island that actually flies. Wings are wasted on those feathered friends, they are happy on the ground beneath your feet at your table eating scraps (sometimes even on your table if they are bold/hungry enough), on the roads they use the crosswalks while adroitly avoiding car wheels or just sitting on the lowest tree branch singing a lilting tune. I can say that the first and the last characteristics apply to the locals as well.

Pick up bags, rental car, and map and drive 20 minutes to resort. We checked in and drove down to the nearest taco bell (yes, I know what you are thinking) for a quick bite. Why? It was ten at night, and restaurants here close at ten. Sigh. No Hawaiian tacos here, the same stuff from the mainland is served. Sigh. Back at resort and sleep like a baby.