I take back everything I said about being able to lounge around outside for hours. It is hot as f— on the beach and despite a tranquil ocean swim to cool off I quickly wind up living the nearly-sunstroked dream. I totter back to the room for emergency cooling manoeuvres.
After a highly nutritious lunch of salt and vinegar crisps and diet 7Up we stroke forth back into the searing hothouse and make a walking dash for the Ala Moana Centre. It’s Saturday and this is consumer central on steroids. I put on my stern ultra-shopper face and dive into Nordstrom, Bloomingdales, Sephora, Longs, (volumiser hair products and caffeine SO CHEAP YOU GUYS!), Tesla, Victorias Secret, Macys. I score a Ted Baker dress which is going to blow Hawke’s Bay’s mind and scare Craig at Herve Leger, wrapping myself into a $3000 creation. It does not fit, DRAT!
Tomorrow, we turtle.
Auntie Carrie 