Manoa Falls

Before we went to Pearl Harbor, MC and I set out on an adventure.

We decided we wanted to go on a hike that was a little off the beaten path (at the end of a neighborhood) and we wanted to take the bus to get there.

We had gone about 3 miles in a hour complete with a bus change when we decided that maybe the bus was not our best mode of transportation. One uber and 10 minutes later we were at the start of the Manoa Falls trail.

It was a bit like what I imagine being on the set of Lost was like or Jurassic Park (not that I would know about JP as I have never seen it...that's a story for another day).

Naturally we got sidetracked before we even started.

Now I did this hike is flip flops. Which was fine. Everything advised against it, but I like to live on the edge...also I didn't have any tennis shoes because packing for almost 3 weeks in a book bag leaves little room for tennis shoes. Those suckers are bulky.

I imagine that if it has been raining this hike would have been a little more treacherous in flip flops. But it's about 1.5 miles into the trail to see the waterfall and then that 1.5 back. Not a bad or overly strenuous hike even if you don't have proper hiking attire. FLIP FLOPS, SWIMSUITS, FLOWER SHORTS AND TANK TOPS ARE TOTALLY HIKING ATTIRE.

At the very least they are good for monkeying around.

The hike is gorgeous and you forget that you are on an island surrounding by some spectacular oceans. Everything was so dense and lush. Quite spectacular.

Monoa Falls dead ends into, yep you guessed it, a waterfall. A calm and serene waterfall.

MC and I sat around contemplating life. Well probably laughing about something absurd that we've done or reminiscing about the funny things that have happened over the course of our friendship. Either way it was a nice break from the hustle and bustle of Honolulu.

I have a mild obsession with trees. 

This guy was no exception and he was huge. 

Once we got back to the entrance MC and I realized we had a bit of a problem. How on earth were we going to get back.

Onward we marched. Past a bus stop, past some high schoolers running cross country, past a middle school, past a neighborhood, past a major road, past literally everything before we came even close enough for an uber to think about picking us up and dropping our poor tired feet off at the hotel.

Another calamity on our adventure. But we laughed our way through it and told ridiculous stories to pass the time. And then took rooftop sunset pictures.

That pink hotel is in the opening scene of Hawai'i 5-0.