Ciao, Ciao, Ciao Hawaii!

As you can tell from the lei picture, we are out of Hawaii. Mahalo nui loa to Manono for the orchid leis and letting us spend time with her on the Ho'oli farm!

Here we are with our new best friend Ryan in the Pacific Northwest!

Peace my friends!

Another Birthday in Paradise

Why, what's that? A mai tai? Yes please! On the bay at the Kona Inn with good friends John and Vicky. They are in the witness protection program so I can't take their pictures.

Dinner afterwards at Teshimas, an old-time Japanese restaurant in Kealakekua. Yummy!

Happy Birthday my love!

Peace my friends!

It's an Anniversary Thing

It was our 5th anniversary, so we decided to spend the night at the King Kamehameha hotel in Kona. It was much better than our last hotel in Seoul (in which we rented our room by the hour; but that's another story!).

View from the room of the beach, canoes, garden and pool.

View of the Mai tais before dinner. As you do. Mine is the topless one.

View from our dinner table.

View from our breakfast table the next day.

View of my beautiful bride. Still as pretty as the day we met!

Peace my friends!

All Good Things Must Come To An End

After a wonderful, 3 month honeymoon, we decided that we needed to rest our weary bodies. So we are back in Hawaii, on the farm, with our dear friend Manono.

It's tough, but someone's got to do it!

Peace my friends.

A Temple or Two

We heard that there were some old temples in the area, so we got a hold of Mr. Bong and headed off towards the Angkor Wat area to see what we could find. I had read in a few blogs that sometimes people got hot and tired after a few temples. Let me set the record straight: after a few hours of slogging through 5, or 6, or whatever number of temples, I don't think I could have cared less about the next temple, just a few kilometers down the road. Mr. Bong, after seeing the drained, withered look of his guests, nodded like he had seen it before, and wisely took us back home. There we slithered into the pool like a couple of alligators, just our eyes and nose above the water, until such time that we cooled our inner core.
I took some pictures, but couldn't really tell you what temple was what because after my hands started sticking to the camera, and my clothes were stuck to me, I stopped giving a crap. Enjoy.

 Asparas are female sipirits in Hindu and Buddhist mythology. As this is a family blog, I will leave it to you to see what they got up to.

 Angkor Wat, if memory serves me. But maybe not.

 Ta Phrom after Angelina Jolie and her film crew left.

 I would say that the builders here could compete with the Egyptian pyramid builders!

The Chinese are involved in the restoration of some of the temples.

 Here is an example of their restoration work. I think it would be better if they were to let it fall down.

 These are some of the steps we didn't climb.

 He was feeling the heat too.

 Loved the detail!

So popular after Tomb Raider, that they roped the area off to keep the eejits from destroying it.

Mr. bong driving us home.

Peace my friends!

We're Definitely Not In Kansas Anymore Dorothy

We flew on our private jet to Siem Reap for a few days (as you do).  Spent some time browsing the streets, and swimming in the pool.

Our tuk tuk driver, Mr. Bong.

Breakfast by our new best friend, the pool.

 We thought the food in Georgetown was going to be the bees knees, but we like Cambodian food more! This is amok, the national dish.

 Khmer Curry is delicious!

This is green mango salad. Very good and similar to Thai green papaya salad. Just not as spicy!

 And the beer for $1 is refreshing too.

 The soil here is this color.

 Two ladies fishing in the Siem Reap river.

 Kirsty, the tough negotiator at work. Sweet cheeks here wouldn't come down in price, so we moved on.
All the prices here require haggling. One can't walk three feet down the street without getting offers for tuk tuk, or clothing. You could walk by 20 tuk tuk drivers in a line, and when you got to the last one, after being asked by most of them in the line, he would ask, "Sir, tuk tuk?"

Kirsty found these trousers a street over for a respectable price. Bought two pair. Everyone was happy.  See below for where those turquoise nails came from.

 Foot massage, pedicure, foot scrub, and painted nails (4 coats) for $9. I waited patiently for an hour because we are on our honeymoon, and I didn't need my nails painted.

 No helmets here either. The drivers here are very fluid in their movements, rarely stopping, and frequently on either side of the road. No one crashes and it is almost zen-like, with very little horn use (unlike the Malaysians). If you are walking across the street, you can usually just go, and the traffic will flow around you. Intersections are a hoot to watch as the traffic flows like a liquid.

 This is Pub Street, where the action is.

 "Okay, we need to trace this line from, uh, here to, ummm. Hmm"
This wire mess is very common here.

Is there a Cambodian OSHA?

The gecko in our room is chirping for me to turn off the light, so this is goodnight!

Peace my friends!