I’d like to start out by saying that until I reviewed Kelley’s last blog, I had entirely failed to notice the local island boys lack of shirts. The foliage is spectacular here and draws the eye so, really, why would I have noticed?
A couple of definitions:
M’aloha: my own addition to the Hawaiian vernacular. A result of mispronunciation but still stunningly useful, as versatile as Aloha but with more panache.
M’alo’No: meaning ‘oh, un, huh!” Example: upon seeing an unattractive woman in a sundress, who is obviously not wearing undergarments of any sort a proper island response might be, “Oh, M’alo’No!”
M’alo’Ho: a noun, which interestingly enough could be used quite appropriately in the above example to describe the woman in question.

Day 2: The Quest for Giovanni’s
We got up and headed to supposedly one of Honolulu’s best breakfast places, Ann Miller’s. It lived up to its name. I had the Sausage Sampler (6 different types of sausage, eggs, and cornbread.) We restrained ourselves from buying any pies, supposedly the best in Hawaii. I had to attend the Vendor Show for the convention after that. We’ll have to see when Kelley blogs if she fesses up to what she did in the meantime.
In the afternoon, we hit the Dole Pineapple Plantation. Imagine Dollywood on pineapple crack without rollercoaster, not nearly as big, and one little sad train ride. But it does have the largest natural land maze in the world and a gift shop the size of an indoor stadium. Definitely worth the trip.
As for Giovanni’s (supposed to be the best shrimp on the island), they were sold out by the time we made it. Had to settle for a couple of tacos from Killer Tacos. The fish taco was better than I expected.
The quest for Giovanni’s continues tomorrow.