I was starting to get adjusted to the time difference and actually slept until 6:45. G actually came over to get us for breakfast. R hadn't connected with a surf instructor, but we decided to head up to the North Shore anyhow in the hopes of possibly meeting up with the surf lesson. We headed off base and onto Interstate H-3 (does anyone else find it funny that Hawaii has an interstate--what state does it connect with?!?!?). Once we got to Honolulu we turned onto H-2 and then up the center of the island to get to the North Shore. 
The first beach we went to was Waimea--it had just stopped raining so the beach wasn't crowded at all. The surf was high--actually so high and breaking so close to shore that the lifeguards weren't letting little kids get in the water. The beach dropped off very suddenly and so the tide could really pull you in if caught off-guards. Amazingly, there actually wasn't very many surfers at that beach, just some brave souls body-surfing on the tide. After about 1/2 hour, R realized that this wasn't the place her surf instructor was at, so we all got back in the car to head to the second meeting place. We stopped at the restaurant, debating whether to eat there or grab lunch meat again when the surf instructor pulled up. She hadn't gotten R's message, so she didn't have room for us at noon but could get us in at 2 pm. G&M dropped us off at Hale'iwa Beach and went to grab lunch so we could have a picnic on the beach. After lunch, C and I stayed with G while everyone else went to get surf lessons (sorry M didn't get any pictures--only G did after he decided he was too stiff to try). D stood up the very first time while it took M 4 times on the waves to get the hang of it. After 2 hours everyone was wore out and M's knees and toes were skinned up pretty bad from board rash. Uncle B & Aunt M had landed and drove up to meet us while everyone was surfing. They had passed a beach with a competition going on, so we packed up in the car to go about a mile down the road to watch the "real" surfers.
The first beach we went to was Waimea--it had just stopped raining so the beach wasn't crowded at all. The surf was high--actually so high and breaking so close to shore that the lifeguards weren't letting little kids get in the water. The beach dropped off very suddenly and so the tide could really pull you in if caught off-guards. Amazingly, there actually wasn't very many surfers at that beach, just some brave souls body-surfing on the tide. After about 1/2 hour, R realized that this wasn't the place her surf instructor was at, so we all got back in the car to head to the second meeting place. We stopped at the restaurant, debating whether to eat there or grab lunch meat again when the surf instructor pulled up. She hadn't gotten R's message, so she didn't have room for us at noon but could get us in at 2 pm. G&M dropped us off at Hale'iwa Beach and went to grab lunch so we could have a picnic on the beach. After lunch, C and I stayed with G while everyone else went to get surf lessons (sorry M didn't get any pictures--only G did after he decided he was too stiff to try). D stood up the very first time while it took M 4 times on the waves to get the hang of it. After 2 hours everyone was wore out and M's knees and toes were skinned up pretty bad from board rash. Uncle B & Aunt M had landed and drove up to meet us while everyone was surfing. They had passed a beach with a competition going on, so we packed up in the car to go about a mile down the road to watch the "real" surfers.
The leechi (or dragon nuts as she called it) that the surf instructor gave us after the lesson to get the salt out of our mouths. It was some sort of fruity nut. Red and hairy on the outside, with a juicy white meat on the inside.
Since the only part of the island we had all seen we the extreme southeast corner and the middle, we decided to head down the east coast before it got too dark. Uncle B found a VietThai restaurant on his phone and we all stopped before heading back to base. C's hair has been growing out and has curly tendencies at home, but the humidity of Hawaii really brought out the curl--almost as much as Uncle B's?!?!
After supper, we all headed back to base. My family to bed and the others to the beach cottage that Uncle W had gotten them for the duration of the week.
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