Hawaii – a love story
I just got back from a work trip to Hawaii; eight days, two islands, four journalists and a lot of fancy hotel dinners. I am utterly knackered despite the fact that I’ve been in a South Pacific paradise. Believe it or not, hosting press famils (familiarisation trips) is actually pretty stressful because you’re The Responsible One. You’re there to facilitate, organise, pay for things and solve problems. You’re also the person in the hot seat if things don’t run smoothly.
Luckily, I had a really good group of people. Unluckily, a few things did go wrong despite lots of paranoid double checking. Nonetheless, we saw Kauai almost in it’s entirety and had a blast in Waikiki. We stayed at The Moana Surfrider, the 111 year old Grand Dame of Waikiki beach, wolfed down enough fish with names like Mahi Mahi, Ahi and Opakapaka to feed a hungry whale and tried to absorb as much aloha spirit – and Mai Tai mix – as is humanly possible on limited sleep.
I am going to be writing lots of posts about this trip over the coming weeks so stay tuned, would-be hulaphiles.
For now though, I’m off to bed…