On this trip we have developed quite an addiction to Mexican food. It's all cooked so nicely here and there's always something different on the menu to try. After the Fairmont we moved on to a self-catering apartment in Lahaina for a couple of days, with some time to enjoy a bit of home cooking. For lunch however we consulted trusty trip adviser and discovered that there was a nearby taco restaurant with rave reviews so we meandered along on Monday. The restaurant was called Ono Tacos. "Ono" is a Hawaiian word for "good to eat".
I was glad we had looked at trip adviser so we had been warned it was small. How small? It was pretty much a man cooking on a grill in his front garden with a couple of chairs in front and his wife taking orders. It was the sort of place you wouldn't normally look twice at, in fact you might actively avoid usually, but the food was delicious and lived up to the hype. The shrimp tacos were my favourite.
Needing to make some sort of effort to walk off lunch we went for a wander on the nearby beach and a splash in the waves. We almost lost our flip flops in one big wave that swept further up the sand than we dreamed of expecting. Thankfully the couple nearby warned us, and then offered to take our picture.
After the beach we chilled out by the pool. While not as big as the Fairmont the shapes were all quite quirky and we could attempt to burn of some calories. Or instead take some silly photo's:
Given it was our last night and we had a bottle of cave and orange juice to use we decided to make our own mimosas. Pretty good:
Later that evening I was pleased to find the first episode of this year's Dancing With the Stars on TV (the US version of Strictly). It was fun to watch but Strictly is ten times better. There wasn't much banter going on with anyone and the dances are about half as long - not to mention the never-ending add breaks.
The following morning Gerard wanted to take our fruit we'd bought for breakfast out to another cove called Napili Bay which is known for being a good place to see turtles. We sat on a grassy bank because the tide was up quite far and sandy strawberries didn't sound too appealing either. Gerard was disappointed at first that the surf was going to be too high for him to snorkel but as we sat looking out to sea we began to spot a few shapes in the water, and they were indeed turtles, though sadly fairly far away. It made for an entertaining half hour with both of us trying to be the first to spot the next one.
We didn't have long though before we had to make our way over to the airport for our flight to Honolulu. We were sad to leave Maui - it is such an amazing island. We were somewhat (ok very) skeptical when we saw the plane that would be taking us onward - a small propeller plane. We felt every bump of that flight. Thank goodness it was only 30 minutes. We landed in Honolulu in what was the last leg of our trip. Four days left until the long journey home begins.
I was glad we had looked at trip adviser so we had been warned it was small. How small? It was pretty much a man cooking on a grill in his front garden with a couple of chairs in front and his wife taking orders. It was the sort of place you wouldn't normally look twice at, in fact you might actively avoid usually, but the food was delicious and lived up to the hype. The shrimp tacos were my favourite.
Needing to make some sort of effort to walk off lunch we went for a wander on the nearby beach and a splash in the waves. We almost lost our flip flops in one big wave that swept further up the sand than we dreamed of expecting. Thankfully the couple nearby warned us, and then offered to take our picture.
After the beach we chilled out by the pool. While not as big as the Fairmont the shapes were all quite quirky and we could attempt to burn of some calories. Or instead take some silly photo's:
Given it was our last night and we had a bottle of cave and orange juice to use we decided to make our own mimosas. Pretty good:
Later that evening I was pleased to find the first episode of this year's Dancing With the Stars on TV (the US version of Strictly). It was fun to watch but Strictly is ten times better. There wasn't much banter going on with anyone and the dances are about half as long - not to mention the never-ending add breaks.
The following morning Gerard wanted to take our fruit we'd bought for breakfast out to another cove called Napili Bay which is known for being a good place to see turtles. We sat on a grassy bank because the tide was up quite far and sandy strawberries didn't sound too appealing either. Gerard was disappointed at first that the surf was going to be too high for him to snorkel but as we sat looking out to sea we began to spot a few shapes in the water, and they were indeed turtles, though sadly fairly far away. It made for an entertaining half hour with both of us trying to be the first to spot the next one.
We didn't have long though before we had to make our way over to the airport for our flight to Honolulu. We were sad to leave Maui - it is such an amazing island. We were somewhat (ok very) skeptical when we saw the plane that would be taking us onward - a small propeller plane. We felt every bump of that flight. Thank goodness it was only 30 minutes. We landed in Honolulu in what was the last leg of our trip. Four days left until the long journey home begins.
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