Waikiki Beach II

When I was in middle school my dream was always to become a mathmetician. I didnt really know what that involved, but I knew I was good at math and I enjoyed doing it. But when I got to university, after only a few math courses, my mind quickly turned to other things. My dream had changed. I would sit in class as my Russian professor would drone on about linear transformation and just fantasize about playing volleyball all day. Burning my books and just playing in the sand.

There was a new dream. Move to California, open a deli, give it the obvious alliterative name, and play volleyball all day. I dont particularly enjoy making sandwhiches for other people, but unbridled access to sandwhiches and volleyball just seemed like something that I could handle. Something that must happen. So that's what I have been doing in Hawaii. Making sandwhiches and playing volleyball. The only variation in my days is the order. Sandwhich, Volleyball, Sandwhich. Or Sandwhich, Sandwhich, Volleyball. And I couldnt ask for anything more. I move forward each day with a certainity that I havent had in a while. That this is what Doug should be doing.

So if you want to know what I am doing in Hawaii. Im just hanging out playing ball and living MY dream. Living MY dream for as long as I can . . . before I have to go home and Adam's Smith invisible hand crushes my spine.

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Question: "What does the world Dinosaur mean?"

Its nice to see that even though I have been gone for a year and a half. The questions on the back of Quaker Oatmeal packets havent changed.

Answer: "It comes from two Greek worlds meaning 'Terrible Lizard."

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The obvious alliterative title is 'Doug's Deli' Come on!

Waikiki Beach, Hawaii, USA

International travel just wasnt cutting it anymore, so I decided to kick it up a notch. Time Travel. I took off from Syndey, Australia at 6 pm on November 2 and arrived in Honolulu, Hawaii after a 10 flight at 7 am November 2. Im just that hardcore!

The bonus 21 hours is proving to be more of a curse then blessing at the moment, because even with the aisle seat sleeping on a flight is always nearly impossible for me and my fellow long legged colleges. So I arrived in Hawaii drained, and Im running on almost zero sleep and now have another 10 hours to go before Im back on schedule and can go to bed at sundown.

But I must say it feels good to be back in the US after 16 months. I feel so much safer with a pocket full of Greenbacks in the pocket. I cant put my finger on the difference, but damn it feels good to be back.

But to honest, I have to say the start of my Hawaiian experience was a bit of a let down. As a kid, whenever you watched a sitcom and they had their obligatory Hawaiian episode, whenever they go off the plane onto the tarmac, they all got a lei from a beautiful girl in a coconut bra, kisses on the cheeks and a big 'Aloha,' I got a 'Customs is this way sir.' What? Thats not Hawaii! I wanna get leid!

Syndey

Four days ago, we returned the caravan.

Two days ago, we flew back into Sydney from Auckland.

One day ago, we celebrated Halloween with a bunch of foreigners.

In one day, Ill be on a plane to Honolulu; back in the good ole' US of A.

In 12 days time, Ill be on a plane to Seattle.

In 15 days time, Ill be on a bus to Portland.

In 18 days time, Ill be back on a plane to home.

Home.