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Having had such a great experience on my hostel-run tour the day before, I’d opted for another one the following day, this one that I was greatly looking forward to. For just $30, I’d be granted a full day trip to the North Shore, an area of Oahu that I would otherwise not have had access to. Our driver, Mike, picked us up at 9am and drove us about an hour out to Waimea Bay.
Having had such a great experience on my hostel-run tour the day before, I’d opted for another one the following day, this one that I was greatly looking forward to. For just $30, I’d be granted a full day trip to the North Shore, an area of Oahu that I would otherwise not have had access to. Our driver, Mike, picked us up at 9am and drove us about an hour out to Waimea Bay.
The main attraction of this beach is
the 30ft cliff that the brave and/or stupid can jump off of (although of course
not endorsed by the guide), and I was more than happy enough to watch people
jump of rather than do it myself. The waves which rolled in beside the cliff
were half as high as the cliff itself, and it was those I was more scared of
than the jump itself.
After a little internal persuasion, I
managed to convince myself to climb to the top of the cliff, a feat in itself,
particularly as it started raining shortly after we set off, making for a
slippy ascent. Still, I had achieved what I had set out to, and that was enough
for me.
On we went to Sharks Cove which, with
a name like that, I definitely would have been more wary of after my experience
in East Coast Australia (coming soon to this blog). I can neither confirm nor
deny whether sharks do indeed reside here, but food trucks certainly do, so we
stopped here first to pick up fish tacos or, in my case, more shave ice – this
time the more traditional small chunks of ice doused in flavoured syrup.
Refreshed, it was then down to the
cove itself for some more snorkelling, made even more fun by the super strong
current which constantly threatened to drag us out to sea if we weren’t
careful. Still, the fish didn’t seem to mind.
We were then due to visit Turtle
Beach, so called because it is often home to green sea turtles like the ones
I’d seen the day before. However, a cursory glance at the beach as we drove by
suggested that the conditions weren’t quite right for the turtles, and we’d be
wasting our time if we stopped off there.
Subsequently we headed on to the
surfing town of Haleiwa, which I was pretty happy with having already seen
turtles before and keen to visit the well known Oahu town. We were given free
time to roam around, and so I walked along the touristy streets, past the
famous Matsumoto Shave Ice (cheaper and bigger portions than what I’d bought
earlier, but who was to know we’d have visited this later in the day) to the
Bob Marley mural and into a number of the town’s stunning art galleries. Had I
been a millionaire, I certainly would not have left empty-handed.
Our final stop of the day was the Dole
Pineapple Plantation. My main focus of visiting was the Dole Whip, a famous
pineapple flavoured soft serve ice cream found only here and at the Disneyland
parks. The plantation hosts a very extensive gift shop with anything and
everything pineapple themed that you could possibly want, the aforementioned
pineapple soft serve (yes, it was wholly delicious, particularly with fresh
pineapple draped on top) and a garden outside with, you guessed it, pineapples.
If you’ve never seen how a pineapple grows before, this is indeed fairly
interesting.
Pineapple
curiosity peaked, it was time to head back home as the sky began to darken for
another sunset on Waikiki
Beach, as there are indeed very few things that make me happier than a sunset.
Afterwards, it was time to eat, and something that I'd been keen to try whilst
in Hawaii was a poke bowl, usually made with raw fish, rice, and heaps of
toppings. Obviously I wasn't going to settle for any old poke bowl and found
the best one on my beloved TripAdvisor, which turned out to be The Poke Bar,
about a twenty minute walk from my hostel.
The Poke Bar is essentially a Subway for poke. You start by choosing your base (half sushi rice and half brown rice for me), your protein (tofu for me), toppings (wakame, edamame, crispy garlic and shallots, cucumber etc), and sauce. Let me tell you, they don't skimp on the portion side. We brought our poke bowls to the beach hoping to see some fireworks which never materialised, but tell me if there's anything as nice as sitting on the beach at night eating delicious food.
The Poke Bar is essentially a Subway for poke. You start by choosing your base (half sushi rice and half brown rice for me), your protein (tofu for me), toppings (wakame, edamame, crispy garlic and shallots, cucumber etc), and sauce. Let me tell you, they don't skimp on the portion side. We brought our poke bowls to the beach hoping to see some fireworks which never materialised, but tell me if there's anything as nice as sitting on the beach at night eating delicious food.
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