We decided to take it easy today because Tara made a rookie mistake at the beach two days ago and is now paying the price. So I did what every loving husband does when his wife is suffering — I went on a long walk and left her to her own devices.

I strolled down to Anaeho’omalu Bay which is more commonly (and mercifully) known as A-Bay in the hopes of spotting some sea turtles instead of just kicking them in heavy surf. Success! I spotted a young boy with a crap load of fish he caught on the beach (like at least a dozen) and while chatting realized that there were four sea turtles patrolling the water about 3 feet from the rocky shore. They never came ashore but I don’t blame them. There was a lady nearby sitting on the beach just knitting and no one wants to be a part of that. These guys were pretty big. I’d say they were a bit bigger than a generously-size turkey platter and twice as tasty.

Behind the beach are a few brackish pools — both natural and man-made — which fill up with occassional rainwater and angry surf. There’s a kapu symbol warning sign in front of these pools so you know you can’t swim in these filthy green slimy containers of disease. Well darn.

Also been watching a lot of Scrubs while we chill at the condo. I would like to say that Dr. Perry Cox is one of the best television characters ever.

At the end of the day I went outside with my tiny pocket tripod and farted around with some long exposure shots around the condo grounds because Tara was watching girlie movies on the TV. The moon was full and bright and the vog was nowhere to be seen. Sweet.