Goodbye ghastly Motel 6, and your elevators stinking of skunk..

We dropped off our haunted car at the Avis return fascility, no 2.5 hour wait to get rid of this lemon, with its unexpected radio bursts & non functioning auto wipers.

Our flight with Hawaiian airways was a relaxing venture, Ian having secured us a pair of seats by the loo's.

Well the arrival was as relaxed as the flight, straight off the plane & on to the tarmac, no imigration & straight out to the open air luggage carousel.

A taxi ride to the jeep hire place, equally laid back, not a soul there, the keys in a box under the vehicle.. Not sure they've seen Bears drivers licence start to finish!

A couple of hours later, via the supermarket, we arrive at our tropical cabin filled with everything "Owl " related, beside a beautiful babbling stream fed by its own personal waterfall. Our plans to use the outside BBQ scuppered by the army of mosquitoes, that had been forwarned about the arrival of my 40% proof blood.

So here's yours truly cooking up a storm on an electric hotplate, the room now stinks of fried onion & incinerated burgers.
A chance for a chat with Hollie, who has just waved Ben off to work,(Oh dear how sad) Would appear Chris has cleaned the house to within an inch of it's life, all pets well hoovered and floors gleaming, I expect Hollie to maintain this ..Tonight the night time creatures are noisier than last nights traffic, no air con, so it's fans and screened windows open.

Goodnight dear reader, or something equivalent in Hawaiian xx