If Honolulu surprised me with its beauty, the same could be said for Waikiki—tenfold.
It blows my mind that just a peaceful spit of sand is located right in the middle of such a bustling city.
Our hotel was located just a block off the beach, which was pretty convenient as we could run over for an hour and get some sun or take a walk at sunset whenever we had a brief break from all of our activities.
I loved the little pier that jutted out into the jade-tinted surf. Just beware the locals: I saw many surfer dudes trying to time it perfectly so they’d send a heavy spray up onto the (clothed) innocent bystanders above!
Luckily, we kept our distance. I would have been peeved, ever so slightly, if they’d ruined our camera equipment, which we were toting around out in the open, on the tripod for a change.
I’ve never seen so many ripped, beautiful bodies in one place. It was enough to make me almost—key word: almost—throw away my ice cream and hit the gym instead.
Yet another spot to add to our ever-growing “Places We Need to Revisit and Spend More Time In” list—a list that exponentially expands far quicker than it shrinks these days, it seems.