Oct 16, 2009 19:49
I'm staying at the Hilton Hawaiian Village, which is just the most resorty of resorts on Waikiki as far as I can tell. (Oh yes, poor me.) It's a fairly ridiculous place that does its best to deliver the "Polynesian Fantasy." There are flamingos and penguins sequestered onto little lawns as well as nightly luaus and many beach chairs with people lounging with drinks that have little umbrellas. There is an ungodly amount of shopping as well, including a Prada store. (And they have a government rate, which has worked out nicely for me.) Every Friday night they have fireworks, which they set off very close to the hotel. It is very very loud.
I like fireworks quite a bit, but these are so loud that they really do sound like bombs going off nearby. Now, next door to this swanky place is Hale Koa Hotel, which is an Army rest and recreation center. Not Navy, of which there is a lot in Honolulu, or Air Force. Army. Like the guys who have been on the ground in Afghanistan. Now, is it a very nice thing to set off a bunch of rockets next to military personnel that probably have pretty high rates of PTSD? I think not.
Sorry that my first entry in 9 weeks has been a rant, but I just happened to be checking LJ when the fireworks went off and thought that at least a venting would get me back on the blogging horse. The team has a little downtime over the weekend, so I'll post back with a pleasant travelogue entry about Oahu.