Oh baby, look at those long, sexy legs. I appear to be about 10 feet tall in this picture. I think I'm calling for room service here.
I like the assortment of objects in this photo. A glass of water, aloe vera, flip flops, and Mark's lower leg, all on my hotel room table, while I continue to haggle with the hotel staff. It's a virtual cornucopia of activity.
Here Mark symbolically cuts the aloe vera out of the photo and obscures the water with his feet, centering instead on his Tiva framed by his towel-draped man-legs while I stare off into the future.
We ventured to Lahaina later in the week and finally discovered where all the action was. We needed a place to eat, so naturally, being in Maui and all, we chose this Chicago-style pizzeria.
Some water, some iced tea, and a New Zealand beer. It doesn't get any better than this.
Skol.
Mark and I bought these cool hats at the hotel gift shop. He wore his around nearly the rest of the trip. You can tell how happy it makes him.
Our waitress took this photo. Mark thought she was on crack. Granted, she was a little bit on the odd side. But I ask you this: can someone on crack take such a good photo?
Geckos visited my balcony every night. I read somewhere that it's good luck if a gecko hangs around your abode.
I must be really lucky.
Can you find the gecko?
Can you find the Marko?
Mark is so tired he's phasing in and out of this dimension.
Nearly every restaurant we went to was open aired, thus making them very attractive to hungry birds waiting for a little unattended food.
On our last full day, we went to this place in Lahaina. Mark dared me to order the Bonanza burger: three 6.5 ounce hamburger patties on a big ol' roll, with cheese and such. Stupidly I agreed and ate the whole thing, not because I wanted to but becaue I needed to. You can see my look of discontent. This prompted Mark to declare I should enter competitive eating contests and he would be my agent. My new competitive eating name: The Danish Drain, Baron von Darron.