Overnight, we were ferried to the oldest of the Hawaiian islands, Kauai. It’s known as The Garden Isle. We had quite a bit planned for this port. First up was a van tour of some of the sights, starting with the Waimea Canyon.
And I could subject you to several more pictures, but there’s a certain person (Hi Michelle!) who may beat me about the head and neck if I don’t get this vacation wrapped up. There were a few more sights, but one in particular needs explaining. When you look at anyone’s pictures from Hawaii, they include at least one picture of a chicken.
Now that that’s out of the way, let me tell you why – Kauai is full of wild chickens. They’re everywhere. At the port, on the golf courses, at the airport, along the highway, everywhere. In 1982 and 1992, hurricanes came through and destroyed the chicken coops on the island. The chickens, however, were just fine. They left the now-feral chickens alone, and they have thrived. They also keep the bugs down, so they are much appreciated.
The other major event of our day was a luau. Yes, you can’t go to Hawaii without going to a luau. Well, you can, but why would you? The grounds where the luau was held were beautiful.
And it had peacocks.
After our meal, we walked to the amphitheater for the show. It featured several different dance styles of the cultures that make up Hawaii.
Then it was time to head back to the ship. After the long day we had, there was no question it was bed time.