North Shore & relocation to Kailua

After one last reasonably unhealthy and uneventful night, I get a hire car the next morning with Ingmar, another German exchange student. My drunken English Springbreak kids have stolen my towel. I quickly pack up the rest and throw everything in the car. Off we go.

Half an hour later, we arrive in Kailua on the other side of Hawaii. The region goes by the name of “Windward”. There’s no sign of it today. It’s raining. No matter. The main thing is to get away from Honolulu. My room looked good on the internet. In reality, the house is an absolute dream. Hammock on the large terrace. Five minutes’ walk to the beach. Large bathroom. Huge living room and kitchen.

I just say hello, unload my stuff and set off along the Northshore with Ingmar, Sandra and Nicklas. Rain turns to sun again. Where in winter 12 metre high waves crash onto the beach, the sea is now completely calm and flat. At Haleiwa, a large sea turtle lies on the beach and basks in the sun. I snorkel through the coral reefs in Weimea. I get dizzy 4m underwater in a school of colourful fish. You can jump from a 6 metre high lava rock into the Pacific, the locals do handstand somersaults and similar jokes. After three midday hours of sunshine on the beach, I finally manage to get my first real sunburn. I was afraid my albino gene had gone.

In the evening we stop for shrimps before the students take me home and dispose of the car in Honolulu. The day on the North Shore was really the first really nice day in Hawaii. My flatmates in Kailua are very nice. To greet them, I run blindly through the closed fly screen. There are no pissed pants around the loo, my room isn’t drowning in empty beer cans and you can definitely use the cutlery here without having to worry about at least 127 different diseases. The changeover will be difficult. Maybe I should ask my flatmates to make some real noise at five in the morning. The sun is shining again.